The last trumpet: or, a six-fold Christian dialogue Viz, 1 Betweene death, the flesh, and the soule. 2 Between the Divell, the flesh, and the world. ... 6 Betweene the soule and the city of God. Translated from the elegant Latine prose of Richard Brathvvait Esquire, into English verse, by Iohn Vicars. Novissima tuba. English Brathwaite, Richard, 1588?-1673. 1635 Approx. 204 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 56 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2003-07 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A16663 STC 3569 ESTC S106132 99841857 99841857 6472 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A16663) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 6472) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1340:03) The last trumpet: or, a six-fold Christian dialogue Viz, 1 Betweene death, the flesh, and the soule. 2 Between the Divell, the flesh, and the world. ... 6 Betweene the soule and the city of God. Translated from the elegant Latine prose of Richard Brathvvait Esquire, into English verse, by Iohn Vicars. Novissima tuba. English Brathwaite, Richard, 1588?-1673. Vicars, John, 1579 or 80-1652. [8], 103, [1] p. Printed by Thomas Harper, for Robert Bostocke, and are to be sold at his shop in Pauls Church-yard, at the signe of the Kings Head, London : 1635. Translation of: Novissima tuba. Reproduction of the original in the Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery. Created by converting TCP files to TEI P5 using tcp2tei.xsl, TEI @ Oxford. 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Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng Eschatology -- Early works to 1800. 2003-02 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2003-03 SPi Global Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2003-04 Emma (Leeson) Huber Sampled and proofread 2003-04 Emma (Leeson) Huber Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-06 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion The last TRVMPET : OR , A Six-Fold Christian Dialogue . Viz. 1 Betweene Death , the Flesh , and the Soule . 2 Betweene the Divell , the Flesh , and the World. 3 Betweene Man and his Conscience . 4 Betweene Conscience , Sinne , and Man. 5 Betweene God and the Soule . 6 Between the Soule and the City of Cod. Translated from the elegant Latine Prose of RICHARD BR●THVVA●T Esquire . into English Verse , BY IOHN VICARS . Arise yee dead , and come to judgement . Hor. de Ar●e Poetica . Decies repetita placebit . LONDON , Printed by Thomas Harper , for Robe●●●●●●ocke , and are to be sold at his shop in Pauls Church-yard , at the signe of the Kings Head , 1635. TO THE RIGHT Worshipfull , his ever most highly honoured good friend , Sir VVALTER PIE , Attourney Generall of the Court of Wards , and to his truely vertuous and religious Consort , the Lady HESTER PIE , I. V. most Cordially wisheth the Kingdome of Grace here , and the Kingdome of glory hereafter . Right Worshipfull , MY thankful thoughts long wandring , seriously , Which way I might my gratefull heart apply , Fully and fitly to expresse & show The infinite perpetuall debt Iowe To both your Worship , and your Families , For many free and friendly courtesies To me and mine : In stept this little Booke , And my desire t' accomplish undertooke . Vpon which proffer , promptly I laid hold , And most respectively have ( thus ) made bold To dedicate both It and my poore All To both your Worships due memoriall : Both , as a Symboll of my sincere heart Obliged by indelible desert ; As also , that like Philips little Lad , This Trumpet may sound a Memento glad Vnto your Wor. Soules with comfort sweet , Here , to prepare with God in Christ to meet , To shake off all earths clogs and Remora's Which hurt or hinder us with dull delayes , From running ( here ) our race with patience , From winning the reward of recompence . In both which bound respects , I humbly pray That this my little Tract , Last Trumpet may Sound sweetly in your Worships ●ares & minde , And friendly favour and acceptance finde , To'rd him , who ever , ev'ry way is bound To you and yours to rest and to be found Your good Wor. in all obsequious observance to be commanded . IOHN VICARS . To the Worshipfull , his very worthy and most ingenious and ingenuous learned and religious Author , RICHARD BRATHVVAIT Esquire . I. V. wisheth all true holinesse and happinesse , here and hereafter . Most worthy Sir , WHen first by happy chance I cast my fight Vpon the sparkling lustre , beauty bright Of your rich jewell lockt-up & enclos'd In a neat Cabinet : I , strait suppos'd It was great pitty , such a pretty jemme Should be shut up from publike view of them Who could not with the Latine Key unlocke Your Casket , and partake of your rich stocke . I therefore have ( most worthy Sir ) made bold To ope the Locke , lay ope your jemme of gold , To every gracious eye and godly minde That in such Iewels can pure pleasure finde And , thus with my weake breath your Trump to sound In a knowne tone , whose eccho might rebound , And on the hearers hearts reverberate To minde their present and their future state . And ( hence ) I must ingenuously confesse , I primely should and would the same addresse Vnto your worthy-selfes sole acceptation Were I not bound by most strict obligation To those my honour'd friends forementioned By cords of many favours thereto led . But next to them , accept , I humbly pray This borrowed-light from your suns lustrous ray ; These bubling streames , weake straines that have their motion , From your full fount , as tribute to your ocean . In confidence of which great courtesie Thereof perswaded , by your piety , Praying your Worship may be aye possest Of all true holy , happy joyes ; I rest , Your good Worships in his best poore services to be commanded , Iohn Vicars . Authoris opinio de Interprete suo . EX eo quod legi , te de Hippocreni altiùs ebibisse collegi . Optandum est , quod Heliconiades nostri in hisce oleum operamque studiose impenderent , quo apud posteros faeliciora Minervae monumenta relinquant . Interim , quae primum conscripsi & edidi ( modò Superiorum authoritas ijs suffragetur ) ingenuè approbo , eo scilicet more , quo tu integre transtulisti . Ingenij titulum meruit , mihi crede , perennem , Qui cupit ingenio sacra levare suo . Hoc tibi ●ICARIVS fecit ; Musisque peregit O●ficium vatis : dulce poema suis. Imprimatur , SA . BAKER . Aprill 14. 1635. The last Trumpet : OR , A Six-fold Christian DIALOGUE . The first , betweene Death , the Flesh , and the Soule . The Argument of the first Dialogue . The Flesh presenting the Soules Mayd . By Death encountred , sore afrayd ; Shewes forth voluptuous-Gallants state , Whilst ( yet ) they be degenerate ; How prone to pride and vanity , How fear'd of Death , how loath to die ; Vntill the Lady-Mistresse , Soule , By Grace rowz'd up , does chide , controule Her servant , Flesh , her fit to make To welcome Death , and Life forsake . Death . HO , who 's within ? Ope the doore , instantly . Flesh. Who 's that which knockes so bold and boysterously ? De. T is He , that , till he enters , will not part . Fl. Stay , I le peepe out ; and see ( first ) who thou art , And , whether thou deserv'st , heere , to remaine ; If not , knocke long enough , and all in vaine . De. Well , now , what think'st thou ? wilt thou open now ? Fl. O fearefull monster ! ugly beetle-brow , Blinde of both-eyes , without or lippes or chin , Hence , with a mischiefe , I le not let thee in . Knocke on , yea knocke thy selfe to death , thou may'st , But , I le not ope the doore , whiles there thou stay'st . De. Open , for , I will enter : mark th' event . Fl. What ? And without my Mistresses consent ? De. I , without leave of Mistresse or nice Mayd : Yea , though by All within I be gaine-sayd . Fl Is 't possible ? Whence cam'st thou , hither , pray ? Who sent for thee ? Thou might'st have kept away : For , we have , heere , within , farre fayrer mates , Fine fellowes , merrier guests , within our gates : Sure , th' art some Courtier , by thy sirly face . De. Indeed , both Court and Cart , in Me have place , And , I , in them , doe challenge equall right . Fl. I prethee , say , who art thou ? what strange wight ? De. I , surely , am thy Sister and thy Brother . F. Hence , Beast ▪ th' art some Hermophrodite or other . De. Therein ( indeed ) thy words are probable ; For , of both sexes I am capable . Fl Capable ? true , too much too , I beleeve : But , if my thoughts doe me not much deceive , Thou neither lookest like male or female , But , art , more truely , some Ghost lanck and pale . De. I am a Ghost , yet , am thy Looking-Glasse , Where , thou mayst see thy state like with ring grasse . Fl. Who were thy Parents ? De. They that thee begot . Fl. That 's strange ; but , surely , thus much I doubt not , Thy Parents would have pluckt out both their eyes , Ere from their loynes an Imp , like thee , should rise . De. Yet , they me bred . For , biting-Death did spring From their bold biting the forbidden thing , Fl. Whence cam'st thou then ? D. From thine owne wilfull sin . Fl Alas , alas . Then we must needs be kin . De. True. We are both of one stock , land and line , Fl. Yet , small resemblance twixt thy state & mine . De. True , I confesse it , yet I tell thee plaine , Nor thou nor any that alive remaine , Can me , when I am present , passe , excell , With fitter frame of joynts though ere so wel , With more just mixture of the Elements , With fairer structure of corps lineaments , Or stronger state of body ; but I say , ● being present , am more choyce than they . Fl. Me thinks this is most strange , how can this be ? De. Because , even Natures-selfe hath chosen me ●or her Anatomy . Thou know'st right well , ●hat all that doe in Surgery excell ●nd Physicke , choose for their Anatomie Corps that surpasse in beauties excellencie . Fl. T is true ( indeed ) of such as hanged be ; Then , in that number I must reckon thee : And therefore tell me for what fact so foule Hast thou beene hanged , and so left thy soule ? De. Well , wanton wench , for all thy witty prate , I 'll be thy wooer and thy wedded-mate . Fl. Ha , ha , ha , ha . I never shall desire Such a yoke-fellow to me to acquire , As will me make quite weary of my life , And fill my marriage-bed with hate and strife : When for my Spouse I shall embrace a Spirit , And stinking smels of rottennesse inherit . No , with the proverb , rather I 'd like well To dye a Virgin , and leade Apes in hell . De. So , so , meane while , I must , I will embrace thee ▪ Fl. hands off , or to thy Graves & Ghosts I 'll chase thee ▪ De. Soft , sister , soft : untoucht , I 'll touch & take thee ▪ Thou art deceiv'd , if thou think'st to forsake me Or scape my hands . Delay not , instantly , If Death but say the word , thou ( sure ) shalt dye . I stand unmov'd , when thou art mov'd , molested , I rise unhurt , when thou by Death art rested . He which thee spoiles , spares not or sexe or age , Conditions rare , face faire or head most sage . Perhaps thou'lt say ( thou say'st no more than truth ) That nothing is , than Death , more full of ruth , More tart and terrible , more curst , unkinde , As who , to looke on mens looks , is most blinde , Is deafe and dumb to heare or answer treats Is pittilesse , perniciously downe beates Without distinction or least difference ▪ All , lyable to 's lawlesse violence ; Not having least respect to good or bad , But , forcing all to one condition sad . Fl. Aye me poore wretch , must my flesh delicate , Which fragrant flowers adorne and decorate , Which sweet perfumes with odours rare perfume , Must these faire joynts to rottennesse consume ? And all their moysture and their milk-white hew , Be dry'd , drawne out , by such an Elfe as you ? De. Damsell , disdaine it not , these sinews bare , These rigid bones have grasped Ladies faire ; Equall to thee , for bodies beauty bright , For dignities and honours utmost height ; For smooth and soft conditions deare as thou , These , oft , I make to my embraces bow . Fl. Embrace them still , so thou lett'st me alone . What ? shall these dainty fingers , ever knowne To touch and strike the warbling Lute-strings sweet Enamell'd with pure azure-veines regreet , Shall these , I say , once touch thy clay-cold wrists , Or shall this haire of mine in curious twists , And rare layd wreaths , bound up , with garlands deckt And odoriferous perfumes , to affect The nisest nosthrils , like Sols sun-beames bright , Shall these under thine Eagle-tallons light ? Shall this high forehead , and these temples faire , Adorn'd with Aprils prime-sprung flowers most rare , Fall underneath thy raw-bon'd fingers harmes , Shall these my snow-white alablaster armes Fitted for onely amorous kinde embraces , Feele thy cold-icey grasping pawes disgraces ? Shall these my tinckling , teachable fine feet , Accustomed to Measures , Dances sweet , Dance into thy darke cell , the loathsome grave ? Or , finally , shall this my Body brave , So neat , compleat , so worthy admiration , Yeelding to amorous eyes such delectation , Be shut up in a vile and filthy urne , And into noysome putrefaction turne ? De. Spare farther speech , I none of these respect , I neither doe thy fingers fine affect , Though ere so small or slender , shining faire , With golden rings and sparkling Diamonds rare . I care not for thy tender lovely locks , Though glistring like pure wooll among the flocks . I care not for thy temples faire and high , Though deckt with fragrant flowrs most curiously . I care not for thine armes more white than snow , Or , than the purest Ivie that can grow . I care not for thy tender tinckling feet , Although for wanton dances ere so meete . Finally , neither can thy body fine Nor any of thy bodies outward shine Allure my minde , entice me , thee to spare , I , nought at all , for all thy neatnesse , care . For , well thou know'st , for this thy Candor quaint , Painters , doe me , a mans dead karkasse paint , Consisting of bare bones , with sinews joynd Where , thou , nor eares , nor eyes , nor nose canst finde , Naked , deformed , ugly to be seene Of neither sexe , handling a Sithe most keene . O artificiall piece of Painters wise ! Deform'd , indeed , but full of mysteries . And , wilt thou ( Damsell ) heare me them relate ? For thy sake ( then ) I 'll do 't most accurate , Although , therein , thy outward beauty gay I nought regard . Then listen , these are they . First , I am shewn , with hollow holes , no eyes To signifie , I no mans person prize , Of whatsoever power or dignity , Of whatsoever wealth or quality . I also am described without eares , To shew that death no mans petition heares , And that no prayer or humblest supplication Can of my furie finde least mitigation . I pourtray'd am , without a Nose to smell , Thereby ( vaine dainty Damsell ) thee to tell ▪ And thee lascivious wanton gallant brave , That I , in thy sweet sents no pleasure have . Againe , I pictur'd am naked and bare To intimate that I doe nothing care For earthly substance or for treasure great , For bribes or gifts , which worldly wise doe cheate . I also am depainted without skin , Or flesh or bloud , all raw-bon'd , meagre , thin ; To shew , assure , ( O Damsell delicate , O spruce nice youths , too fond , effeminate , That neither your rare glistring beauty bright , Nor vaine faire out sides can me ought delight . Yet further , I in neither sexe am showne ; Whereby it may be eviden●ly knowne , That I have firme resolved not to spare Or male or female , whatsoere they are . Finally , I am figur'd ( still ) to stand With a most large and sharp Sithe in my hand , To shew , that as the Mower in the field Makes Corne and Grasse unto his Sithe to yeeld So , I from off the earth doe all men mow , As ( thus ) the Poet pithily doth show . Sicut ante falcem seges ; Ante mortem summi Reges . That is , As Corne before the Sithe most keene , So in Deaths presence , Kings are seene . Fl. And , art thou so inexorable , Death ? That thou spar'st none , bereavest all of breath . De. I , I spare none , not one , who ere they be . Fl. Alas , this seemeth most unjust to mee ; What ? dost thou lusty lively youths destroy , But newly stept upon the brincke of joy ? Together with the old decrepid Sire , Who , worne with age , seems every houre t' expire , And breathe his last , by aches , curelesse paines , And therefore counts thy presence precious gaines . De. All 's one to me , the youngling or the sage . Fl. Alas , what profit's ( then ) in youthfull age ? Since youth and old age have but one condition , And must submit to Fates most dire commission . De. Indeed , if thou dost their condition eye , They both are subject to Mortality ; But , if their probable-departure hence , Thou mayst discerne this onely difference ; As , young-men , soone may dye , though ere so strong : So , old-men can't alive continue long . Death is for old-men ever at the gate , For young-men he with nets and snares doth wait . To old-men he is still before their eyes , To young-men close behinde their backes he lyes . Death is the child hood of weake infancie , Death is the lad-age of our childe-hoodry , Death is the youth of our lad-age estate , Death is the manly-hood of youthfull fate . Death is the old-age of our man-hood stout , Death after old age doth decrepid flout . For Death is of Decrepid-age the Death , And ( thus ) t is plaine that None that ere drew breath Could sheltred be in such a close estate , But , Death made entrance in Him , soone or late . Fl. Alas , I surely thought ( but plainly see , I did but gull my selfe ) that None like Mee , So lusty , lively , in their youthfull-blood So fresh in flower of age , so quickly shood Be nipt and cropt , but , might make truce with death , And so enjoy a longer , happier breath . De. O no , for , short is that felicity , Which still is tended with fragility . Fl. Ah , though t is short , yet , who desires it not ? De. He that a tyresome tedious life hath got . Fl. Yet , euen he would scape death if he might . De. Hast thou nere heard or read those lessons right . That , 't is farre best , not to be borne at all , Or soone to leave this life most tragicall . That , dead than living , are in happier state . That , nought than Sleepe does Death more personate . That , Death 's the hav'n of ills , the help 'gainst woe , The onely easer of all griefes that grow . That all must dye , that death concludes all strife , That death is better , happier , farre than life . Fl. That I have read them oft , to minde I call , But , held none true , and so forgot them all . De. It seemes indeed , th' are all slipt out of minde . Fl. True , for , those things , in which , no joy we finde , We scarce beleeve , and eas'ly let them goe . De. But say , think'st thou that thou shalt die , or no ? Fl. I thinke I shall , but yet withall I hope The day 's farre off , ere Death with me will cope . De. We hope things good , we hate things that are bad . And , what can worse be either held or had , Than a continuall warfare , jarre and strife , And , still to prop a transitorie life ? Fle. O , but , what ere does please , gives ease to all . De. And , canst thou that a pleasant passage call ? Which is encombred with so many Straites , Whereon , fierce famine , thirst , and labour waits , Crosses and losses , and a sea of woe , Which , from corrupted life doe fleet and flow ? Fl. Men us'd to paine are not so passionate ; And we are so inur'd to such a state , And , daily so acquainted with all these , That , we scarse feele them ; or , though felt , they plese . De. Wouldst thou not count it a choice benefit , If , one would thee of these dire fetters quit ? Fl. Yes , I should hold it the best favour found , If , first , I could beleeve that I am bound . De. Peace , peace , for shame , canst thou not plainely see Lifes discommodities base bonds to be ? Fl. O spare me , prethee , till I think them so , Till I beleeve them such , pray let me goe . De. Nay , now I smell thy Foxe-like fallacie , I 'll not doe so , nor shalt thou so me tye As ( once ▪ one did , who spying me draw neere , And brandishing this fatall-Sithe I beare Still in my hand . This onely suit did make , That with my deadly dart I would not take His life from him , untill he quite had done His deepe devotions , pious prayers begun , Which finished , hee 'd thanke me very much , And , quietly to dye would never grutch . I having ea●●ly granted his petition , And bound my selfe by oath , to this condition , Not once to touch him , till he quite had ended His orizons and prayers so pretended : He instantly left off , left me deluded , And from that time he with himselfe concluded , And made a vow , he never Death would pray To spare him , more , unto his dying-day . Mayd , 't is most easie , never to beleeve , Things we desire not , and , which most us grieve , But , I will deale with thee another way , And cause thee ( instantly ) aside to lay This vicious most pernicious fond opinion . Then lend an eare , put off ( thou wanton Minion ) Thy carnall-nicenesse , for , I 'll now declare Things which to thee most wholsome , healthsome are . Hee 's teachable that diligently heares , Shew thy selfe such and lend me thy prest eares . So shalt thou surely understand and finde , That I have ( herein ) bin to thee most kinde Fl. O Death , I 'll heare thee most attentively ; But , O , I would not have thee in mine eye . De. Then , shut thine eyes , onely set ope thine eares , And now ( first ) tell me , how thou spend'st thy yeares ? How thou employst thy selfe , what paines dost take ? What dost thou daily thy chiefe pleasure make ? That thou art so much taken and delighted With Lifes false fleeting sweets ? more fitly slighted . Fl. O Sir , my Exercises be most sweet , And to my nature , every way most meet . I feele no frying heat , nor freezing cold , My hand did never wheele or distaffe hold , My heart in serious studies I nere pent , To sweeter pleasures , I my selfe have bent , Namely , in delicate delights to flow , To please my tooth , to publike sports to goe , To swim in luscious liquor , sparkling wine , To be arayd in vestures rich and fine . To be a guest at banquets , nuptiall-feasts , To be at Playes and other joviall-jests . To dance lascivious measures , spend the nights With youthfall Gallants , juvenile delights , On rich embroydered beds of Doune to lie , My flesh in sweet hot bathes to clarifie . Finely to feed , fully to sleepe and snort , To fill my flesh with pleasures of each sort . De. But , that thou maist thine own prime-state review , And take a just account and reckoning true , How thou hast spent each day from morn to night , What speciall work does this taske expedite ? Fl. I never worke , nor any worke desire , My onely businesse is earths joyes t' acquire . De. What joyes are they ? I prethee to me show ; Sure they be rare , whence such rare love doth grow . Fl. My chiefest care is for my cloaths and meat , My dainty breakfast in my bed to eate , Which is provided in such costly wise , That nothing wants my palate to suffice . This proeme past ; that all things may concurre To answer my desires , in bed I stirre And rowle my selfe by soft-degrees most slow , ( As , when a doore smooth on the hinge doth goe ) And , thus , a sweet and soaking nap , I take , Desirous nothing more to shun , forsake , Then forreine quarrels , and domesticke strife , From publike tumults , to preserve my life ; To shun all Courtly cares , to spend my dayes In silent rest , and be at ease alwayes ; To make my selfe most s●icke and smooth with fat , At bankets full of merry-table-chat . De. But , now I hope thou wilt at last arise . Fl. Yes , that I will ; for , I doe not so prize My Bed , to make it my worlds sole delight , Nor my bed-chamber a theatrick-sight . But , now , Sols glorious rayes paynting the skies , With golden-beames and glistring on mine eyes Through the transparent-windowes ; nicely , I Call for my Gowne full of embroydery , Of various , curious colours , wrought most rare With Flora's imitable tap'stry fayre . Which , ere put on , how many thoughts have I Touching its neatnes or its bravery ? Sometime , I such a gorgeous Gowne do prize , As may attract on me beholders eyes ; But , instantly , therewith some fault I finde , And then another Coat I call to minde . For that , againe ( when brought ) I doe not care For , eyther t is too-heavy for my weare , Or , for the times not fashionate enough , I therefore , quickely , cast it off , in snuffe ; And , for another ( yet ) I foorthwith send ; Thus I in choosing cloathes whole mornings spend . De. And thus , I thinke , by trying them they teare , As much , or more , than if thou didst them weare . Fl. My Clothes , at last , put-on to my content , Within mine owne doores I cannot be pent : But , instantly , gad-out , and thither goe , Where greatest concourse of fit Mates I know . Nor am I mindfull much of Novelties , That is my Mistresse Soules chiefe exercise ▪ De. Thou sayst most true , for , She intends the mind , But , thou , thy meat , to feasting still inclinde . For , t is the Mindes connative quality To be most greedy after novelty . Fl. True. But I haunt not common-confluences Of people , for such purpose ; but my senses Finde ( inwardly ) selfe-tickling daintinesse Which , or I cannot , or I ●ill suppresse . This , thus , within me sparkes more ardently And , thus , thereto , more fuell I applie . For , if in that concourse of Gallants great I spie a prime-rose-youth most compt and neat He me , no sooner eyes then fries with love ; And from his guardian , soone , himselfe does move , And followes me , where-ere m● lust him leads . If I but frowne , a sigh his sorrow pleads ; If I but smile , he is most jocond , straite , On each kinde word , a laugh doth ever waite : He sports with 's spoyler , ignorant , meane while , That he ( thus ) dallies but with Ismael vile , D. Thus whiles thou play'st , thou prey'st , yea stay'st the youth . Fl. 'T is so , indeed , thou sayst the very truth . For , whomsoere I view , if he obey , I either deeply wound , or deadly slay . Yet , neither I my selfe unhurt depart , For , I , by nature , have so kinde a heart That he , whom by my lust , I captive take , Doth me ( thereby ) his servile Captive make . De. Thus , for the most part , it betideth , still , The Spoyler proves a spoyle , by after-ill . But , prethee tell me , whither dost thou lead This lustfull-Lad , that thus thy paths doth tread ? Fl. I 'll freely tell thee all , and nothing hide . This lusty Lecher still doth by me bide , And , if I finde him worthy every way , My best embraces to my bed most gay Adorn'd with rich and rare wrought tapestry , Full of love-sweets , I bring him by and by . But , first , if Cupid call for delicates , We have a banquet , which lust stimulates ; In which , and amorous tales we spend the day , Or else goe see some sight , or merry play . Or , if we please to walke the pleasant fields , Where Flora's Beauty fayre much comfort yeelds ▪ We , hand in hand , or arme in arme doe goe And , wanton jests and gestures , oft , do show . Our names we grave upon the barke of trees , Or else ( at last ) we tyred with all these , Doe lye and coole us under some coole shade , Or else in some sweet hot-bath , ready made , We both doe bathe , our joynts to supple more , Thus , softly , sweetly , is my life past ore . De. A brave account ( sure ) of a gallant state , But , tell me , whether ought thou didst relate , Hath made thee better or a jot more wise ? Fl. Pish , I least care to purchase such a prize , As honesties or wisedomes ayrie-gaine , Let him that will ( for me ) those entertaine . My flesh is tickled , toucht with tendernesse , This world , mine Inne , doth wholly me possesse , De. But , all wise men of whom I ever heard , Have , evermore , that life , as best , preferr'd , Wherein , they , every day , themselves have found In gravity and goodnesse to abound . Fl. Yet , did not they with all their goodnesse perish ? De. So thinks the world , but yet , in heav'n they flourish Fl. Well , be it so . And let them live there still , So I may have worlds-pleasure at my will. De. I ? say'st thou so ? yet , prethee say againe , Whiles thou dost such a jocund life sustaine , In what case does thy Mistresse , soule abide ? Does she not with thee sharply chafe and chide ? Fl. Indeed , shee 's somewhat angry with me , oft , But , with a smiling looke and answer soft , I can her quickly please , But usually I leave her in her closets privacie , Close at her prayers ; where , if she stayes too long I cease not to suggest , with motions strong , All my distracting-pleasures , to her minde , Whereby , she , in that exercise can finde But little ioy and comfort ; which , to me , Tedious and irkesome , I ( still ) finde to be . Meane-while , my Heaven born Mistresse Lady great , Transported with coelestiall zealous heat And sacred furie , chides me bitterly , And , with these words , her anger out doth flie . " O! how perversely dost thou shew thy selfe , " How troublesome to me ( thou carnall elfe ) " Why dost thou such base thoughts to me suggest " When I am to my pious prayers addrest ? " Thou should'st me evermore , in all , obey , " And not my heart with such vaine-toyes orelay . " Hast thou not read what I have writ and plac'd " Over my Chamber-doore ? there , read thou may'st , " And rightly know , what I most wish , desire ; " My God to get is all I doe require . ( For , this , indeed , is her inscription , still ) " O doe not , then , pervert and change my will. " I know whom I have served and obay'd , " Nay , whose blest-bride , my selfe , I , thus , have made , " Nothing , to me , more odious is than sin ; " Nothing , than Prayer , hath , ere , more pleasant been . " O! let the doores be , then , barr'd-up most fast , " That all the House may inward lustre cast : " Let both the eyes be shut and closed ever , " That , loathsome lust may be admitted never . In such-like maner ( oft ) she useth me , But , from my practise I le not altred be ▪ For , ever still , I slily doe foment Some new and unknown tickling toy to vent , Which may not onely much distract her minde From sacred meditations ; but may binde And re-unite her love a fresh to me , Then , I to her , make this complaint , most free . " Sweet Mistresse , you your-selfe too sharply use , " And , too-too strict and rigid courses chuse : " O! will you , ne're , your owne rare beauty minde ? " But , still , be to your selfe , so curst , unkinde ? " O! spare your eyes , weepe not so much , so oft " Turne not , into hard horne , your knees so soft , " By frequent kneeling ; you have long enough " Yea too-long led a life austere and rough ; " Ile finde you merrier mates , if you 'll forsake " Your closet , and , with me , worlds joyes partake . My lovely Lady , heereupon , replies : " How merrily , at Dice , the time hence flies , " How muddily , at Prayers , it stickes and stayes , " How still it steales away , at sports and playes ? " How slow it seemes to goe , how tedious spent , " When , at Gods worship , we are most intent ? And thus , my Mistresse heereto condiscends ▪ And ready eares to my allurement lends . De. It seemes , then , that the mayd , her mistresse sways . Fl. Most true . For she , in nothing , me gaine-sayes : But alwayes holds me as her merriest mate , Hugs me , with kisses does me consolate . We be as one , `wee 'gree as one , in all , Namely , that we quench nor the sparkles small Of our sweet Loves deare lusts , but them fulfill Not to deterre , but to preferre them still . De. Thus , thou ( O flesh ) given as thy Mistresse ayde Art her destruction and chiefe scandall made . Fl. O Sir , y' are much mistaken in the thing , Rather , much joy and solace , I her bring . De. Thou dost not ioy , but her annoy with woe . Fl. Nay , then farewell Sir , if you censure so , De. Farewell ? nay soft , ther 's no way to evade , For ( yet ) more talke , I have thus long delayde . Nay , whimper not , you doe but beat the ayre , If , for your strugling , you thinke I 'll you spare . Fl. Let me alone , or I aloud will cry ; If thou provok'st me with thy cruelty . De. Canst thou accuse me , now of fornication ? Fl. No , but for theft I 'll bring mine accusation . De. Indeed , if accusations may suffice , The innocentest party guilty lyes : But , can it by thy nimble wit be showne , To be a theft to claime and take mine owne ? Fl. If those two Pronounes mine and thine might cease , The worlds deep discord would not so encrease . De. How right thou hit'st the nayle , yea , pamper'd flesh , Whiles thou dost live , jars wil arise afresh . I tell thee , Wench , thy white skin , painted face , Does in a Realme raise more contentions base , Than all thy Ladies utmost art or skill And strength of wit is able ( ere ) to still . But , I have caught thee , now , and thou art mine , I 'll now take care to end thy cheats most fine . Fl. O , I had rather run into a Stewes , Than such a spighted Spittle-House to choose . De. I easily beleeve thee , but , now know Thou must such Brothell-houses quite forgoe . Death to the Suburbs now , hath made his way , Then ( neer the walls ) thou inmate canst not stay . Fl. What dost thou meane to touch me ? raw-bon'd face , De. To give thee ( now ) a deadly cold embrace . Fl. Most irkesome and unpleasant are esteem'd Th' embraces of a wooer , ugly deem'd . But what ? is Death in love with flesh , I pray ? De. Yes eagerly , thy flesh to turne to clay . Fl. Thou needs must be in love , who art in want . De. I therefore covet , 'cause I feele such scant . Fl. Will not a piece of me give thee content ? De. No , by no meanes , for ti 's most evident That deaths devouring jawes , no parts will take , But all or nothing is his proper stake . Fl. Yet , many Gallants full of youthfull heate , Famous for beauty brave , and bodies neate , Have thought themselves t' have got an ample prey , If , on these roseall lips they could but lay And fixe one onely kisse , and wisht no more , And yet must thou , worne lancke and thin , all-ore , And , as thou seemst to me , bloodlesse and bare ; Have me all-whole , as thine insatiate share ? De. I will not bare one inch , I le have thee full . Fl. Oh! whither dost thou , thus , me hale and pull ? De. Even to my horrid-house of clay , the Grave . Fl. O! must thou such an expiation have ? Must my fayre corps fill-up an uglie urne ? De. It must , indeed , and must to dust returne . Fl. And , what companions shall I therein finde ? De. Onely great crawling wormes , bred of thy kinde . Fl. O! wilt thou not me spare , but one yeere more ? De. No , not one howre , I told thee so , before . A Statute-Law , heerein , doth on me lie , And I my charge must discharge , instantly . Fl. What ? Instantly ? Ay me most wofull wretch ! Spare me , but till I doe my Mistresse fetch : For , she , alas , doth little dreame of thee , Or , of thy now so neere approach to me . De. Indeed , I thinke no lesse ; for I beleeve , Thou friendlier entertaynment wouldst me give , If more familiarly thou didst me know . But , hence , such strangenesse doth betweene us grow : And , hence , I am your so unwelcome guest , 'Cause , scarce , one thought of me is ere exprest . Yet , call her foorth , I le promise make , nere doubt , I le thee not touch , before she , first , comes out . Fl. O Mistresse , Mistresse ! are you , now , asleepe , More sound than ere you us'd , that hence you keepe ? Soule . Thou art deceiv'd , Mayd , if thou thinkest so ; That ever I did sleepe , I doe not know . But , what 's the newes ? what is the cause and case , That thou me call'st , with such a frighted face ? Fl O Mistresse ! ther 's extreme necessity Faln on us both ; for , most impetuously A stranger knockes at doore , of horrid hew , And ( if I may speake what I thinke is true ) Of fierce aspect , a most deformed creature , And every way of most uncomely feature . He stands without , but spite of you or me He plainly threats that he let-in must be . So. Who is 't , I prethee , that so saucily Behaves himselfe ? what ? Is 't not fit that I Should mistresse be of mine ? bid him let 's see What right he has to enter , then , tell me . Fl. Tender ( indulgent Mistresse ) I you pray Your tender Mayden , Flesh , I neither may , Nor dare so much as looke him in the face , Much lesse expostulate , with him , the case I would not for a thousand worlds and more Goe backe againe ( alone ) to him , to th' doore : So gastly , ghostly , frightfull , spritelike , he , Fierce , furious , fatall , doth appeare to me . So. Then tell me ( prethee ) what may be his name , Or whence this formidable creature came . Fl. Aske him your selfe ( I pray ) a monster , sure , O , I cannot to talke with him endure . For , such bold liberty of speech he us'd , And me without least blushing so abus'd , As that he , me , his Paramour did call , And , on me layd his fatall Pawes withall . Onely , he ( herein ) shew'd some courtesie And plighted promise to me seriously , That , untill you ( deare Mistresse ) came out hence , He would not on me use his violence . So. Alas , poore foole , and what wilt thou then be When I thy Mistresse , Soule , goe out of thee ? Nothing ( alas ) but a poore karkasse dead , On which , foule crawling worms must full be fed . But , I 'll goe meet him and doe what I may Timely to tame his pride . Who art thou ? say ? De. I am the utmost end of every thing . Fl. O Mistresse goe not neere him , feare his sting , O , if you love me , send him ( soone ) away , By treats or threats , by force or fullest pay ; By any meanes , we must him quickly quaile , And packe him hence , or our whole house will faile . So. Peace peevish wench , I 'll forth & talke with him . Who ere thou art , under this vizard grim , Horrid Hobgoblin-like , which dost beset And thus unseas'nably our household fret And fright , and much disquiet our sweet rest , Know this , that thou canst nought at all molest Or terrifie my soule , no though thou bring A thousand deadly darts , and dost them fling With utmost furie , and this Court surround , Yet with least feare thou never canst me wound . What , though my carnall Mayde , the flesh be frighted ? For , shee 's ( indeed ) with nicenesse o're-delighted , And unacquainted with so grim aspects , And such unpleasing spectacles neglects ? Yet , my prepared soule shakes off such feares , And all such frights as buzing-flyes out-beares . Then cut off all delayes , make plaine relation , What is thy name , and proper compellation ? De. I fright not folkes with any Titles strange , Nor yet with many , mighty names doe range ; My name is short , yet sharp to what hath breath , And I by all , am vulgarly call'd Death . So. 'T is very well . Fl. But , fare you well were better ; His hideous presence does me feare and fetter . De. But Lady , if you please , I will more plaine Explaine my selfe ; I , to the heavenly Traine Am hasty-Herald . Bodies Dissolution . Th' Inevitable-End . The Resolution Of all things . And , the Robber of Mankinde . To thee being sent , thee friendly to unbinde And set at liberty : this thy nice-Mayd The flesh , to see , in her Sepulture layd . Fl. What Sepulture , I pray ? De. An earthly bed , With a clay-pillow underneath thy head . Fl. I have no need of such a Chamberlaine To make a Bed for me , so coorse and plaine , I have already , beds more soft and sweet , And , than thy bed , for m● ( me thinks ) more meet . So. I think you meane the Grave to be your bed , De. You think most true & hit the nayle o' th head This I have ready made , then let your Mayd Goe downe with me , for , therefore have I stayd , And therefore am I hither come to thee , And , this demand is thus commanded me . So. Nor may I such Commission disobey . Fl. O my deere Mistresse , send him ( soone ) away , O will you ( now ) forsake me ? O , wherein Have I ( so farre ) to you offensive bin ? Thus to be left , have I not still regarded And done your will ? and must be ( thus ) rewarded ? Peace , Mayd , we must resistlesse-Fate obay , Death is not sent to be sent backe with Nay . And , surely , if thou soundly didst conceive And rightly weigh these things , thou wouldst perceive And see and say that ( thus ) thou much dost gaine , Rather than any detriment sustaine . Fl. O when shall I this Paradoxe hold true ? So. When sense doth yeeld , and reason doth subdue Fl. Must ( then ) my sense to reason so submit ? So. I , by all meanes , it is most just and fit . Fl. O strange ! then what have you ( my Mistresse done ▪ Who have bin still by my perswasions won , And , all this while , to them have lent your eare , Listning to me ( your Mayde ) without all feare , Whiles I my selfe was wholly led along , And taken up with lustfull senses strong . I still was angling with this hooke and bait , And you to catch it , greedily did waite . Thus , you with least allurements I could traine From Prayers to Playes ; things sacred to prophane . Thus , not your reason but my carnall-sense Led you along with fearelesse confidence . Why ( then ) doe you ( now ) reason so much presse ? Which , you your selfe , so long , did thus transgresse . So. O Mayden , Mayden , this is it , indeed , ●hat makes me ( now ) so willing to be freed , And thee forsake ; unlesse my soule I 'll kill , ● freely must confesse I did thy will ; But , O my soule , thou hast an Inmate bin Too long ( alas ) in this darke house of sin . Yet , be not sorry that I now must leave thee , And that thy Mother , Earth , must now receive thee . ●Whence first I thee received as my friend , And , whither ( now ) I doe thee recommend ) For , 't is that I may thee enjoy againe , A body farre more faire , without least stayne . Fl. Is 't possible that I can fairer be ? By lying in the earth disioyn'd from thee ? Who but a mad man can beleeve this thing ? ●hat such a place should glistring beauty bring ? ●nd make my flesh more faire ? where earth 's my bed , ●he Grave 's my house , and wormes on me are fed . So. Yet , thus 't will be . For , dost thou not ( now ) find ●hat sleepe makes thee of livelier , fresher minde ? Fl. What then ? So. What sleep is , that is death also . Fl. But , death is too too long a sleepe , I trow . So. Why shouldst thou judge so ? who would think sleeps Too long , whom , in her armes , his Mother keeps ? Fl. Rather his Step-dame , who 'd not that refuse ? So. Thou dost thy Mother most unkindly use . Is not the Earth thy naturall-mother just ? From thence thou cam'st , thither returne thou must . Thou , hitherto , art most unworthy knowne , Of my aboad with thee , and kindnesse showne : I have but us'd thee as an Inne by th' way ; Wherein , although , I , peradventure , may Lodge for a night , yet may not there remaine ; Feare not to die ( then ) death shall be thy gaine ; Since , t is a Passage , and sets-ope the gate , Of a more happie life , more blessed state . De. Forbeare , I pray , these tedious altercations , Death cannot suffer such procrastinations . Many great tasks on me imposed are , Which I must expedite with speciall care . So. And , we will readily heavens will obay ; Onely , forbeare a little while , I pray , Till I have made my Maid more fit for thee , For , she is nice and timorous , you see , And is much frighted at thy fearfull face , Stand by ( therefore ) I pray , a little space ; Till I but onely her more pl●ant make , To thy unwelcome message ; and to take My wholsome counsels , admonitions free , Which , being done , I will most readie be To tread the foot-steps of that Gorgias grave , In sweet desire my passage forth to have : Who , being asked ( once ) if willingly He was content to leave this life and dye , Answer'd ; Yes truly ; For , I go hence , glad , As from a rotten ruin'd Cottage bad . De. I pray proceed ( then ) and perform your mind . So. Come neere ( my Flesh ) to me thy Mrs. kinde , Prepare thy plyant eares , and facile heart , To these last precepts , which I 'le now impart . Fl. Deare Mistresse , speake , for whatsoere you say I ready am to heare , to grant , obay . So. Friends parting-words most inly penetrate And ●he sad sighes they ( then ) ejaculate , Do in the hearers heart stampe deepe impression , And make them yeeld farre more intent concession . We both are ( now ) a long-farewell to take , And I from thee , and thou from me must make A separation , and disunion large ; Come hither ( then ) and heare my parting-charge , Prepare , and fit thy selfe , forthwith , for Death , Before he fiercely comes to stop thy breath . Forsake those pleasures , wherewith ( heretofore ) Thou wast engaged , yea ingulft all ore ; Leave them , I say , and being left , despise them And henceforth as thy souls chiefe murtherers prize them , And , now , the small remains of time yet lent , To gaine thy God in Christ , let whole be spent . The fight is short , the victory is great . And though the skirmish may much danger threat ; By how much more thou dost in battell strive , The more the ioy , in conquest , thee'll revive . For , marke this one thing in a speciall measure , If , for the love of earth and carnall pleasure Thou leave Gods love , and seeme his Grace to scorn Gods love will leave thee wretched and forlorne , Even in thine houre of most necessity , And give thee over to hels tyranny . Thou art arriv'd ( now ) at the Haven of rest , Where vessels must be firmely rig'd and drest . Thy day of death , which , as thy last , did fright thee , Is thy eternall Birth day to delight thee . Then cast off every clog that would thee stay If any darling sin lye in thy way Which thou extremely hast delighted in ( As , with too many thou hast tyred bin ) Then leave it , loath it . For , thy foot must tread A holier way , a happier life to lead . What ere is brittle , is of little price , And being fraile doth faile us in a trice ; And now thy feeble flesh must needs abide The common-Chance which does all sorts betide . Then , wonder not , thy Predecessours all Did tread the selfe-same path , both great and small , How aptly answered they in such-like case ? Whether we watch or sleepe in any place , Whether we talke or silent hold or peace , Whether we walk or from our works doe cease , Whether we will or nill in any thing , By times least minutes we doe daily bring Our sliding , gliding dayes ( at last ) to end , And then to natures course must bow & bend . Then weep not ( my poore Mayd ) cease showres of tears At this my parting from thee , cease all fears . In heavens duetime , we both againe shall meet , And with full joy enjoy a union sweet . Fl. Deare Mistresse , these your admonitions kinde Doe mightily prevaile and ease my minde . Yet , I cannot some strugling thoughts dissemble To thinke to dye and be dissolv'd , I tremble . So. Alas ( weake Flesh ) that 's it I most desire ; To be dissolv'd , and flye to th' heav'nly Quire. O doe not thou indulge thy selfe too much , Why dost thou looke so pale at deaths sweet touch ? Why dost thou quake and quiver at his sight ? Since thou shalt have a frame more faire and bright Than ever ( yet ) thou hadst or canst conceive ; These rotten mud-walls thou must onely leave , To be pull'd downe and be built up againe To turne to dust , then ( ever ) new remaine . He ( onely ) feare of death is fit to show , Which to his Saviour Christ is loath to goe ; ● goe before that I may see his face , We both shall joyne , and hee 'll us both embrace . Meane-while thou must sleepe sweetly in thine urne , And , there into thy native dust returne , ●rom whence thou shalt in farre more beauty rise , ●nd see thy Saviour , even with these same eyes . ●or , thou art laid in earth , to lay-away Thy earthly-substance , corrupt state of clay . Be then couragious . For , as corne , men sowe , Must , first , dye in the ground , before it grow , Must , first , seeme rotten , ere it rise againe : Even so thy Body , like unto the graine , Must , first , lye dead and rotten in the grave , Ere it in heaven , eternity can have . Fl. Now , truly Mistresse , you have sweetly said ; I now am much assur'd , and well apaid : Being ( thus ) fore-warn'd , I am fore-arm'd from feare , Death's face is ( now ) lesse terrible , than ere . And ( now ) O lovelesse-life , burnt out enough , Put out thy light , ceasse ( now ) thy twinckling snuffe , Farewell , deare Mistresse , sweetest , soule , farewell ; In this assured hope , ring out my knell . That in my Gods good time , I , rais'd shall be , With thee , my soule , my Saviour Christ to see . So. Having this hope , in dying thou shalt live ; And , I , with joy , shall me to thee , regive . De. How hardly can these two divorced be ? Have ye done talking ? and given way to me ? Your mutuall last-farewell take ( now ) I pray ; Time and my taske will ( now ) no longer stay . So. O Death , I prethee ( now ) take thine own time ; Make haste , that I , to heaven my haven may clime Come ( now ) and put thy charge in execution , For , I , with this one well-fixt resolution , Will winde up all . I have not so liv'd here , In this vaine world ( yet , hereunto , I feare , I have beene too-inclin'd , too much affected , Which , now I grieve , and leave thee more neglected As that to live ( here ) longer , I should shame , Or that I durst not dye for feare of blame : And that because I serve a Master kinde , Whom I , in Christ , doe reconciled finde . Thus , therefore to goe out of this fraile life , Is to goe into heavenly pleasures rife : Thus , life to leave , is aye to live in Peace , In full fruition of all joyes encrease : Thus , thee my Mayd , I to the earth commend , Whiles I Heavens Kingdome happily ascend . De. Thus ( then ) adeu To both of you . The end of the first Dialogue . The Second DIALOGUE . Betweene the Divell , the Flesh , and the VVorld . The Argument of the second Dialogue . The World and Flesh to every evill Are onely Agents for the Divell : But here , the Flesh being mortifi'de , Sathans suggestions are deny'de ; Who can do nought but tempt to ill , Has no more power , although more Will ; Which amply to the world he showes , And how ore carnall men he crowes . But neither ( yet ) the world effects , Nor , He himselfe his foule projects Vpon the sanctified Heart , Dead to the world and hels blacke Art. The Divell ( thus ) repell'd each way With rage recoyles , makes ( there ) no stay . Di. WHere are ye my comragues , my servants true ? My Martiall-mates , by whom I must subdue ? What ? is there no hope left to lift or force The sullen Soule from her religious course ? Whereon she is so fixt and fully bent . What ? no devise this geere for to prevent ? Must my high glory suffer such eclipse ? And be so child , nigh kild with pious nips ? Surely , I ever since my first great fall Have burn'd with lust , and boyl'd with bitter gall Of deepe desire to fence and fortifie , Yea and expatiate our large Emperie . Yet still I finde by old experience , That whiles the soule gets the preheminence , Ore thee the flesh , reason the soule subjects , And grace guides reason , all hath ill effects : My projects perish and my engines faile , My force growes feeble and my power does vaile . Be stirring ( then ) my Champions old and brave , For , work enough to doe , yee see ye have . Fie , are ye not asham'd more sound to sleep Now , than ye us'd , and sluggishly to keepe Your hands within your bosomes , since that you Have for your Master so much work to doe ? For shame arise , shake off this drowsinesse , And hunt and haunt about with eagernesse . Now is my Summer-season , harvest faire , Which , if by your neglect and want of care It be let slip and fruitlesly past over . Farewell all hope for ever to recover My owne peculiar strength and princely state : O then faire flesh , neat , nice and delicate , My faithfull servant , whom above the rest I most doe trust and ever prized best ; And , on whose strong assistance and brave ayde I ever have my chiefe assurance stayde , And justly too : For , a domesticke foe Wounds the more deeply , gives the deadlier blow . But what hast thou beene doing all this while ? Why dost thou thus waste time ? my hopes beguile ? What ? wilt thou ( now ) prove turne-coat , backward flye And leave me in my most necessity ? Fl. Alas , I know not what to doe or say ! My Mistresse hath me starv'd and pin'd away ; And to hard fastings , she harsh stripes does adde , I wretch am nought but skin and bone ; too bad . Whereby I am not unto lust incited , Nor with lascivious mo●ions ought delighted : If I to walke abroad to friends affect , I am recall'd , shut up , and soundly checkt ; If I desire full feasts enflam'd with wine , She useth on me most sharpe discipline . What ere is irkesome to me she commands , What ere delightsome , stricktly she withstands . Then , in this case , alas , what should I doe ? I cannot her content , and yet serve you . Di. Thou say'st most true . But how may this thing be ? That she should so much curb and bridle thee ? What ? hast thou lost all power of reluctations ? All thy most slye acustom'd inchantations ? I have thee knowne a most facetious-Lasse , A nimble Artist , apt to bring to passe With fine insinuations her to prove , And , so , thy selfe t'ingratiate in her love ; Where are those fiery tickling darts layd by ? Wherewith thy soule thou woundedst frequently ▪ Where are ( I say ) those carnall cogitations Which with importunate rife molestations Did beat upon thy heart ? occasioned By drinke , sleepe , pleasure , flesh-much pampered ? Hast thou forgot , that death first entrance made At those two windowes which the soule betrayd ? Where are ( then ) those bright sparkling lights most fayre ? Which us'd to be ensnar'd and to ensnare . Canst thou behold no face , as thy fit prize ? Or hast thou pull'd-out lust-alluring eyes ? Or , is 't for love of vertue , my chiefe foe , That thou dost lifes sweet pleasures thus forgoe ? Fl. My Mistresse 't is that on me does inflict A rigid sparing course and life most strict . Di. And , what of that ? must thou therfore be nice ? Fle. O Sir , a moderate life does murther vice ; Quite quencheth lust , doth valiant vertue nourish , Corroborates the soule , makes the minde flourish , And elevate it selfe to things above ; Whereby it comes to passe that I still prove More faint and feeble , she more active is ; She stronger ; I more weake to doe a misse . Di. Thou dost endure sharp slavery indeed ; I wish thee ( then ) shake off thy yoake with speed . Deale roundlier with thy soule , her tartly chide , For , if so Saint-like she in thee abide , And exercise on thee such holinesse , Thou loosest me , and dost thy selfe distresse . Thou must therefore , beginnings most withstand , And have this Sentence ready still at hand , Pleasure is of all ill the luscious meat . This , thou must sugredly suggest , repeat Vnto the minde of thy great Mistresse faire , With this thou must her heart entice , ensnare , Which part , by thee , with wit and craft well playd , Thou hast the day , and victour shalt evade . Fl. But , these mine armes unarmed are and faint , My courage dead ; I can me not acquaint With earths delights , nor seeke nor yet suggest To any pleasures , for I them detest . My nimblenesse of wit doth faile me quite , Connative-lust in me hath lost it's might . I see not ought unlawfully to will , I more wish food , than pleasures to fulfill . Di. I ? is it so ? returne ( then ) to thy dust ; Thou art not worthy my least love or trust . Yet stay a while , for I 'll to thee call forth My other agent of more precious worth . Which , with more care and sedulous respect Will all my high designes fully effect . ●ome neere , most worthy World , my stedfast friend , My matchlesse Mouse-trap , whereinto I send Besotted sinners , who , with heedlesse hearts Are caught , whiles they neglect soule-saving parts . Thou , world , I say , who when thou seem'st to smile , Dost much more hurt , than when thou dost turmoile . And , when thou dost entice to be affected , Art most to be avoyded , disrespected ; Then , with supine neglect to be despised , When men by thee are forced or advised . Hence 't is that they which have thy favour found , Are like those men , which in deep seas are drownd . Wo. Sir , I am ready and most promptly prest , In all things to performe your high behest ; Most forward , free , t' endure all labours great To suffer pinching hunger , cold or heat , Yea , and what not ? whereby I may expresse My bounden Best , to you , with eagernesse . Di. Hark , dost thou hear my most obsequious Client ? How readily addrest , how prest and pliant ? With all approved care his best to bend The confines of our Kingdome to extend . Fl. I heare right well , and cannot choose but smile : D. What makes thee smile , thou thin-skin'd quean most vile Fl. His madnes , which a measure doth surmount D. But , my wise world does thee most sottish count , Whose rigid life , thy life hath well nigh spent , And strooke thee dead to pleasure and content . Fl. Nay rather : But what rage of slavish sinne Does vexe and much perplex all those , within , Which thirst so after worlds Wormewood and Gall ? And following him , doe on lifes shipwracke fall , Enduring ( thus ) much mischiefe , and the power Of impious tyranny , soules to devoure . D. What 's this ? who made thee such a Preacher , pray ? Fl. She , which me governs and whom I obey . Di. A wretched service 't is to be regarded , Where a sharpe-life is for full-pay rewarded . Fl. Nay rather , hee 's to foolish bondage bent , Which serves the wrangling-Divell , nere content . Di. Is 't possible thou should'st thus saucie be ? I 'll plague this-pride with all extremity . Fl. Your threatnings great doe little me affright , I need not feare the Divels fraud or might ; Having the Lord farre stronger on my part . I know ther 's nothing sweeter to thy heart Than , at thy pleasure , me to make to sin , And having sinn'd , mine overthrow to win ; But , now at last I have resolv'd to leave Thy slavish yoake , which did me long bereave Of my best liberty ; for , now I see How many sinnes , so many Divels in me : And , that unlesse I these from me expell , The others will within me lurke and dwell . But , thou hast surely lost a Mayd of me ; And , blest be heaven , whose grace hath set me free . The flesh , well rul'd , is servant to the soule , If this doe rule , the other 's in controule . Wo. Intollerable is thine insolence , To heare thee longer , I want patience . Fl. And , want it still , who cares for that , I pray ? Wo. Thou shouldst ( I think ) give , to thy elder , way . Fl. My elder , that thou art , indeed , I grant , Not better , whiles th' art Sathans stiffe servant . Wo. Why ? what hadst thou been ( prethee ) without mee ? Fl. Nay , but for me , what had become of thee ? Wo. The World , I ( surely ) evermore had bin . Fl. Nay , rather , a wilde Desert , empty , thin . For , what 's the world ? if men do it not furnish , And , what is man ? if flesh do him not garnish . Di. Thou arguest wittily ; But , yet , I say , The world begirts and hems thee every way . Fl. But , were not flesh , in being , presuppos'd , It could not be begirt and so enclos'd . Di. Well , well , forbeare , I can no longer beare thee : Or hold thy peace , or I 'll no longer heare thee . But , if thou ( thus ) me crosse and contradict , I 'll on thee ( soone ) my utmost rage inflict . Fl. Thou canst not hurt one-haire upon my head Vnlesse my Maker hath so ordered . Meane-while , I 'll heare what exhortation fine Thou giv'st the World to act all thy designe . Di. I 'll let thee heare , if so thou wilt conceale it . Fl. Nay , whatsoere I heare , I 'll ( sure ) reveale it . Lest , others , which thy counsels do not know , Through ignorance , themselves do overthrow . Di. Thou treacherous slut , go on ( then ) do thy worst , If , thou forsake me , I have others nurs't , And nuzled-up , and those of thine owne kinne , And neere acquaintance , who have ever binne My farre more constant active instruments , Clinging close to me with their full consents . Fl. I doubt it not ; But , O that it might be , That , them , by grace , I throughly clens'd could see ! Then , they , with me , would quickly thee forsake , And , faithfully , their soules their soveraignes make . Di. Come thou to me ( my World ) lend thou thine eare Thou , all my crafts & counsels ( now ) shalt heare . Wo. Speak on ( great Sir ) thy world is stil and mute , bold , To heare thy hests , and then to execute . Di. Brave World , my most renowned Champion By whom , I most of my large Empire hold ; Whom , whither I may praise for readinesse To my commands ; or for selfe-nimblenesse , In thy inchanting Arts ; I know not well ; So bravely thou , in both , dost beare the bell . Meane-while , what may I thee most fitly name ? A theatre full of contentions flame . Where all do act their parts , contend and strive , But very few , with victorie , do thrive . Thou hast circensean-games , those pristine sports , Which have beene exercis'd in Romes rare Courts ; And those , most exquisitely ready made , Where , each may his affected course invade ; Where thou shalt finde a Miscellanie strange , All of all sorts in their base courses range . There , first and worst of all , thou maist behold The avaricious , greedy after gold , Who want , as well , the wealth already got , As , that , they tugge and toyle for , and have not . Who ride and run , and sweat and sweare , and lye , By right or wrong , by force of fallacie , To gather heaps of wealth , and hoorded gaine , In using which , as hopelesse , and as vaine , As if they never had them in their hands : In which respect , here , all the difference stands Twixt greedy havers , and those , nothing-having That , these , in wanting ; those themselues depraving Of use of what they have , their state do show . Either , things wanted , they do covet , so , That , they may have them ; or , things ( now ) enjoy'd , They feare to loose , or , lest they be destroy'd . They , filthy gaine before plaine losse esteeme , And wealth got any way , they pleasant deeme . All nets and snares , all gins and grins they lay To compasse coyne , and make a gainfull prey . If profit but peep out with halfe an eye , Then are they tickled , netled , eagerly ; They itch to be made rich , and flie to gaine , They Grace neglect , which makes me laugh amaine . They sing with franticks , and with fooles they run T' a painted paire of stocks , where th' are undone . For , what else do they , but make their owne snares Whiles hoording gold , they heape up galling cares ? Who knows not how that Achans wedge of gold , And Dagons house , them to destruction sold ? Yet , with such subtill shifts I use to hide And cloake and palliate their poysonous-side , That , not least glimpse of my-sly-worke appeares , Nor of their owne-salvations-losse , least feares . And , how ( indeed ) should they or feare or flie , The danger , which they cannot finde or spie ? Riches are got with toyle , are kept with care , With envy and distrust encreased are ; At last , with gripes of conscience , griefe of heart , Or , they from us , or we from them must part : Yet , these , the vicious Avaricious-man Idolatrously love , yea worship can ; And in his heart to them a Church erects : For , that , man worships , which he most affects . They , then , that prize gold more than God above , Their goods as gods ; land , as their Lord , they love . Next , my brave World , within thy compasse wide The puft-Ambitious round about do ride ; And , these are alwayes fowlers for high honours On highest turrets to erect their banners . And , for this end , sleepe from their eyes they banish , And from their minds sweet rest & peace doth vanish . Proudly they perk aloft , unsafely sit , Headlong they tumble , when their barke is split . Wherein , they , me their Prince ( right ) personate , Who , higher raisde , fell more precipitate . Briefly , here , in thy courts take their carreire Voluptuous-wantons , who no colour feare , Who , for a little posting-shade of pleasure Hazard salvation , soules eternall treasure . Here also run the Wrathfull fretfull Rout , Who swell and swagger , rage and rave about , Who , Salamander-like , live best in fire Whose gratefull works answer my great desire . For , if Peace-makers be Gods sonnes esteem'd ; Then ( sure ) peace-breakers must my sons be deem'd . Here , run the rabble of hels Envious elves , Who pine at others , but most pinch themselues . Who are much vexed at their neighbours joy , And no lesse jocond at their great annoy . Whose base and most malicious inclination , Is unto me of passing acceptation . Here , finally , are sottish-Sluggish-ones , Who passe their lives like lifelesse lazie-drones . All these do ramble in thy circle round , By whom our treasurie most rich is found . For , as Saints souls are Gods best treasures deem'd ; So , I their spoile have my best sport esteem'd . Then , buckle to thy businesse , play thy part , Now let me see thine active , expert heart . I may suggest foule facts unto the thought , Thou must them urge , & see thē throughly wrought . But , if thou long , our Empire to enlarge , Thou must most chiefly execute this charge : Namely , ith'first place , to remove or stay , Occasions , tending to good , any way . Thou , many-men ( I thinke and hope ) shalt finde , To let alone forbidden-things enclinde , More out of shame or feare , than for good-will ; This shame , thou from their minds , must push-off still That , neither sense nor shamefac'dnesse therein May curbe or keepe them backe from any sinne . This , if thou dost , as easily thou mayst , If thou flinch not , nor from my counsell stray'st , That goodly troope , and traine of seeming-Saints , Shall , bare and blinde and snar'd in sins constraints , Run●e after thee , and thou with cords of vice , Shalt them to dance after thy pipe , entice ; And draw them up and downe from sinne to sinne ; From one lust to another , them to winne : And , thus , they , tyr'd and myr'd with sins , at length , Shall passe before their driver , voyd of strength . Meanewhile , my selfe , will nothing intermit , Which may my thrones enlargement fully fit , And , if thou shew thy selfe my servant true , I 'll pay thy worke the wages just and due . I ( as thou know'st right well ) will exercise , That expert art , practis'd by hunters wise , Who hunt in garments greene like groves and woods , Wherby the Deere , which 'bout the mountains scuds , They , at more leasure with more pleasure may Deceive , of life bereave and beareaway . Iust so , will I , most nimbly play my part , Now , here : now , there : I up and downe will start ; Sometime a lambe , sometime a lyon stout , Sometime thick-darknesse ; then I 'll light bring out : And so to severall times , conditions , places , I 'll put on most fit various tempting-faces . For , to deceived men mourning , I 'll be sad , To cheat the cheerfull , I 'll be merry-mad : To gull the godly ( if so be I might ) I 'll be transform'd ' nto an Angel bright : To sting the strong , I 'll seeme a lambe most milde , To murther meeke-ones , ravening wolfe most wilde . Yea , oft , I openly rage , lyon-like , Oft , with the dragon , secretly I strike . By these means ( though , somtimes a strong knit band May our temptations happily withstand ) Yet , ther 's no doubt , but ( at the last ) we shall Vpon an happie hoped issue fall . For , no man ( alwayes ) lives so cautelous But may , sometime , ensnared be by us ; So he upon thy pleasing baits do rest , And my most various pills do well digest . For why ? much difference must be in th' essayes , To crosse the craft of all my cheating wayes : To beare the frequent , yea continuall blows Of him , whose subtill nature plainly shows His genuine-cunning and sly policie , Got , by hid malice and antiquitie . For , since the time that I from heaven fell , I fell a vexing those whom God loves well : Even his deare sonnes : And , never ( yet ) did cease My hatred 'gainst that creature to encrease Till I had utterly undone , destroy'd His precious soule , with me , to be annoy'd : That creatures soule ( I say ) which God did make His master-piece and image blest to take , That he might also , at the last , possesse That heavenly glory , matchlesse blessednesse , Which I through mine owne pride most justly lost , And , ever since , hath me most dearely cost . Fl. O , how most plainly hast thou shown thy selfe To be the devill ( indeed ) a damned-else . But , all thy snares and gins are laid in vaine So long as I do none of thine remaine : Whom onely , thou dost greedily affect , Whom wholly thou wouldst impiously infect . For , whom , indeed , can all thy snares allure ? If , he , relying on my counsell sure , Refuse thy cheating counsell to obay ; T is mine-owne simple softnesse that makes way For all thy jugling tricks ; I say , t is I That fit Voluptuous-lust for Venerie . The Avaritious for accursed gaine ; Th' Ambitious for his swelling loftie-straine , The Envious for his most malitious heart : The Wrathfull how to act his raging-part . The Gluttonous for his lust-breeding-cates . The Slothfull , who for sleepe and slumber waits . Then , what needs all thy supersilious boast ? Thou canst but tempt , and try , and move , at most , For , then , if I resist , refuse , withstand , Thou dost but cast thy seed upon the sand . They , then , which truly are discreet and wise ( And , herein , I ingenuously agnize , I speake against my selfe ) O let them ever Curb my indulgent nature , nuzle it never ; O let them ( alwayes ) use all rigidnesse 'Gainst me , their Flesh , which work mine own distresse Let them delight to exercise on me , What ere may crosse me most , most irksome be . But , as for pleasing-things , which me affect , O let them quickly , wholly , them reject ▪ Which wholesome counsell if they timely take , They shall , not onely , thy hopes frustrate make , And put thee , their arch-enemie to flight , But , having with victorious sweet delight Finisht the battell , got the conquest brave , At last , a Crowne of glory they shall have Di. Thou filthy queane ; why dost thou thy selfe show Our most nefarious , most perniciou● foe ? Fle. Because that He alone tha me created , Thus , to Himselfe ( by grace ) me regulated : When , to my lust I full allowance gave , I was thy servant and thy wretched slave , But , once recal'd and freed from that estate , By holy abstinence made moderate , I learn'd my God , whom best I ought , to serue ; From thee , whom first I followed , thus to swerne . Di. And what ? wilt thou , my World , forsake me too ? Wo. I must forsake thee ; what else shall I do ? For , if the Flesh forsake me , what am I ? On whom my state hath its dependancie . Di. Nay , do not so : rather our darts let 's cast , And force her to our beck and check at last . Fl. He which may forced be , knows not to dye ; But , I have learn't t' embrace Death readily : And , dye I will to sinne , thee to destroy , And bid farewell to th' world and worldly-joy . Wo. If thou bid me fare-well , I ill shall grow , Forsake not me , for I with thee will go . Di. Then farewell both , for Hell 's my onely due , Thither I go , from whence I came to you : Meane-while ; let all know this , that boldly sinne And grieve not at it ; they have hell , within ; A hellish-conscience lodging in their brest , And I have slaves and whips the same t'infest . An end of the second Dialogue . The Third DIALOGUE . Betweene Man and his Conscience . The Argument of the third Dialogue . Man and his Conscience altercate About the Soules and Bodies state . Man ( here ) complaines of much unrest , That Conscience does him sore molest . Conscience , as much , of Man complains , That his ill-doings her constraines To testifie against him still , 'Cause he resists his Makers will. Where , by the way , Conscience displayes Sweet rules for ordering all his wayes ; And , to them both , true peace to winne , Finding the cause of all in Sinne. Man. VVHy , O my Conscience dost thou so perplex me ? Why dost thou so much gripe and grinde and vex me ? Wilt thou , mine inmate , whom I entertaine , Tell tales of me , and 'gainst me ( thus ) complaine ? Con. The charge , which I receiv'd to keep in trust , Alive I looke to : Dead , returne I must . Ma. Alas , poore conscience , if I ruin'd be , I prethee what will ( then ) become of thee ? Con. How-ere thou fare , I 'll beare thee company , And the same smart we 'll suffer mutually . Alive or dead , I will thee not forsake , If thou live well thou wilt me happie make : If thou live ill I shall both figh and groane , And all my griefes and wrongs I will make knowne . For or against thee , I must witnesse beare : A thousand armies ( hence ) cannot me feare . And , this , I know , that though Revenge come late , Yet , t is most sure , and layes-on heavy waight . Ma. Wretch that I am , I ( then ) am quite undone , What shall I do ? O whither shall I run ? Con. Run ? what ? to hide thee ? Ah , there 's no place left , I am of all retyring-holes bereft : Though thou couldst creepe into earths intrals low , Earth , no safe shelter could on thee bestow . If thou more swift than Easterne-winde couldst flie , Thou couldst not scape my fierce velocity . As swift as thought , I , th' ayre can penetrate , And , nothing can my course procrastinate : But , I would follow , yea pursue thee so , That I would still , in thine owne footsteps go . " Then , say not thou , there 's none can me espie , " None can me heare , fast shut is eare and eye . " Who can me view , since darknesse me doth hide , " Since strong stone-wals close me on every side . " Since none can see me , whom I need to feare , " Tus● , God , my faults does not in mem'ry beare . Vaine , most profane are all such thoughts as these , Shall not the eyes-creator see with ease ? And shall not he that made the eare , soone heare ? Or , He that plants the heart , know all things cleare ? All things to his Omniscience naked are ; Fly from the field to th' towne with frighted care , Out of the street into thy house make haste , Thence , though thou be in thy bed-chamber plac'd , Yet , know , that I , by thy Creators will , Within thee rest , and am thy witnesse still . Whom , if thou with an evill-eye behold , To use those words , to me , thou wilt be bold , Of Ahab to Elias ( impiously ) What ? hast thou found me , O mine enemie And , I , most readily shall answer thee , I have thee found , and must against thee be , 'Cause , thou hast sold thy selfe to worke what 's i●● Before the Lord , which does thy guilt fulfill . Behold ( therefore ) I now against thee rise , And bring upon thee purchas'd miseries . Ma. Alas , I then perceive , our foule offences Are most unsafe , though daub'd with faire pretences . Con. What though they could be safe in their commission , If , yet , they bring thee to unsure condition ? Or , what good comes to sinners by being hid , If , guilt , to hope so , long , does them forbid ? Ma. Enforme me ( then ) good Conscience how I may Make thee , my gladsome witnesse , in me stay . Con. The best and briefest counsell I can give , Is , thee t' advise , a holy-life to live ; A life inculpable of crying-crimes , Vnspotted with the evils of the times ; A life declaring power of godlinesse , A life that heavenly graces doth expresse . By dying to all lusts and foule desires , By doing all good-deeds that love requires . By giving freely , what to each belongs , Forgiving , friendly , all received wrongs . Not coveting what is anothers right , To do , as thou'dst be done by , with delight . By shunning that which makes the soule to dye , Chusing what makes it live eternally . Ma. These are hard tasks and bitter lessons , sure , And , such , as flesh and bloud cannot endure . Con. O , but it will be farre more harsh and hard , T' endure the worme of Conscience and be barr'd And shut out from the Beatifick-sight Of Gods all-cheering face and beauty bright . Which paine of losse , doth doubtlesse farre excell , All other the most horrid paines of hell ; Namely to be , both , torne and tortur'd , there , To be distracted and distrest with feare , Where , neither , the tormentors tyred be , Nor , those tormented ( ever ) death can see . Ma. Alas , that Death 's most dire and tart , indeed , Ah , shew me how I may from it be freed . Con. The onely-way is to the world to dye , Before thy soule out of this world doth flye . Ma. What ? must this spacious , specious , Aedifice Adorn'd with rarities of precious price , Full of so many various , curious pleasures The onely magazine of so much treasures , Must this , I say , be vilipended so ? Must I this world , so rare , so faire , forgo ? Con. Vndoubtedly , if thou in these delight , With deadly danger they thy soule will smite . For , look , how much the flesh this world affects And the false-seeming-sweets thereof respects ; So much the more the soule will be perplext , And , with the fire of hell be plagu'd and vext : On th' other side , How much the flesh is tam'd , So much the soule with heavenly hope is flam'd . Ma. But yet , we see , all men do still desire The present-state , t is this they most require . Con. But yet , I know , t is far the worst condition , T' enjoy things-present in a full fruition ; But , therewithall , to be quite stript and bare , Of future-comforts to have part or share . O , t is most sweet , onely the world to use : But , God alone t' enjoy , and chiefe to chuse ! Thou hast not in this world a fixed station , Nor , here , must ( ever ) have thy habitation : Who , then , can sing his Song in a strange-land ? Who would build Castles on the sinking-sand ? Alas , we ( here ) our selves should so behave , That , when the wormes did eate our corps in grave , Our soules , in heaven , triumphantly might sing , With quires of Saints and Angels to heav'ns King. Thither our spirit ever should ascend , Whither we do propound our journies-end . Thither we should make speedy haste , yea flie , Where we shall ever live , and nere-more die . Dost thou pure gold , nere to be spent , desire ? Eternall-life , which , never ends , require . The land of Havilah , in Paradise , Hath in it , store of gold of precious price . T is Earth thou bear'st , that , thou must leave behinde , T is earth thou tear'st , that , thou must nere-more mind But , t is a land thou seek'st , and would'st receive , That is the land which thou shalt never leave . Men , rather , are Gods Stewards , than Treasurers , Riches ( therefore ) upon them He conferres . What ( then ) we reape , we piously should sowe And liberally and lovingly bestow . That , this true faith and due obedience , Might be repayd with heav'nly recompence . The things we give are small and not our owne ; Those we shall have are great ▪ and from Gods throne ▪ M●n , whose affections are celestiall , Are justly stil'd Angels terrestriall ; And , no man shall ( hereafter ) God possesse , In whom , God dwels not ( here ) by holinesse . If Sathan , Prince of earth , hath thy least part , God , King of heav'n , will not dwell in thy heart . The spirit of evill ( then ) cast out , disdaine , That so thou mayst Gods Spirit entertaine . Remember , whence thou cam'st , thine offspring base , And , this will make thee blush and hide thy face ; Consider , where thou art , and sigh for wo , And , quake , to thinke , whither , thou ( once ) must go . Ma. All are ( I know ) made of one Potters clay , And , must resolve into the same , one day . Con. Then , every man , being mould , must into earth , Moulder away , whence , first , he took his birth . Ma. Nothing 's more true . Con. And , Flesh is but a froth Cloth'd with fraile beauty , a meere menstruous cloth . Man. T is even so , I can it not denie . Con. Why ( then ) dost thou so fat and beautifie That Flesh of thine , which after a short while Must be devour'd , in grave , by wormes most vile . But , as for thy poore soule , thou let'st it pine , Nor , dost with good works make it faire and fine . Which , thus , to God and 's Angels thou shouldst show Thou dost not ( sure ) the price of thy soule know . Man. Yes , very well . Con. I feare the contrarie ; For , else , thou wouldst not it so vilifie . Know , this , O Man , know this , I say to thee ▪ The losse of one soule , greater losse to be , Than of a thousand bodies : for , t is plaine , Bodies may be reviv'd , that have bin slaine : But , O , the soule which once by sinne is dead , Can never be to life recovered , But by a miracle , Christs bloud apply'd , Which cannot be , where it is still deny'd . O , then , behold , and blush to see thy sloth , Or , rather , sinfull sottishnesse , or both : In ( thus ) preferring barke before the tree : Shels 'fore the kernels , flesh 'fore the soule in me . Not onely blush at this , but sigh and groane Whiles thou considerest how th' art left alone , Here , in a region full of enemies , Ready and greedy the● for to surprise , Where are domesticke-traytors worst of all , Where Death is in the pot to worke thy fall . And , where thy foe stands ready , thee to catch , And thou hadst need to stand upon thy watch . And , here and there to cast a carefull eye , And , every where all dangers to descrie . Not onely , blush and sigh , but quake with woe , When thou remembrest whither thou must go : Namely , into a land most darke and drie , A lake that burnes with brimstone furiously , A place of punishment and tortures great , Where hideous horrour hath eternall seat : Where is no order , but confusion strange , Where errour , terrour fiercely raigne and range . Ma. Is there no hopefull nor no helpfull place ? Con. No , none at all . Where God is not by grace , There he is present by revengefull power , The wicked , like dry stubble , to devoure . For , if , thou hast not God , thy Father kinde , A wrathfull judge thou wilt him , surely , finde . But , if thou long and labour to avoyde Gods vengeance , let thy pains be all employde , In walking in the wayes of Gods commands , Wherein ( indeed ) a Christians beauty stands . Which is the mirrour or best looking-glasse , Where all may see the paths they ought to passe ▪ Which is the summe of our Religions state , His image , whom we serue , to imitate . Christs lovely-lover , is his lively-picture , As he is figur'd in the holy Scripture . He beares a Christians badge and title true , Which , him , a Christian , by his deeds doth shew . For , t is but halfe-enough to bud and blow , Vnlesse in good works , we , full-ripe do grow . He lives but badly , which don't well beleeve , Faith , with unfruitfull lives , does but deceive . True faith will not be clos'd , but will breake out , If , life be in the tree , fruit forth will sprout : So , if , firme faith hath in the heart due place , It will shine forth in vertues sparkling grace . For , wherefore is Mans body said to die ? Because the soule does thence expire and slie : So , how else is it that the soule is dead ? But , because faith is not there harboured . Thy Soules life ( therefore ) is thy faith sincere ; And Faiths-life ( best ) by good works doth appeare . Man. Alas , this being so , what is my case ? Having bin such a stranger to true grace . Con. Sure , all the while that Grace hath in thee ceast , Thou hast not bin a man , but a meere beast . For , without knowledge of our God , indeed , All men are like bruit beasts in fields that feed . Man. This I confesse , therefore I pray thee show Which way I may God and my selfe well know ? Con. In Holy-Writ , thou shalt the right-way finde , Into what Paths thy foot must be enclin'd . There is the light , which will the way direct , There is the life , which thou must best affect . Man. But yet whiles thou , within me art offended , All holy duties by me best intended , Are tedious and most troublesome to me , Nothing , well done ( as I desire ) I see . Every thing clouded is with discontent , Vnsweet , unsavory , lumpish , negligent ; I therefore first , and most desire to see , A reconcilement made 'twixt thee and mee , That so more freely and more fruitfully I may performe all acts of piety . Con. Would'st thou , indeed , have me full pacifi'de ? Thou ( then ) must please me , or else I shall chide , For , whatsoere against me is committed , Is but a building unto hell-fire fitted . If therefore , either feare of punishment , Or , hope of high reward to full content , Can win thee ought and wooe thee to be wise If quietnesse of minde , a precious prize , If peace of conscience , a continuall feast , Which every good man strives to have encreast , May thee incite , then doe not me provoke , Nor , with the grins of sins thy selfe fast yoake . The Sea my Nature doth most aptly show Whereon , if any filthy foame doth flow , Any dead karkasses or slimy-weeds , ●t , into furious boylings , soone proceeds , It rages , rumbles , tumbles , all about And is not quiet , till it quite throw out Those filthy scums upon the bankes and shore , Of which it seem'd to labour much before ; That , thus , it eas'd of that superfluous stuffe . Might calmed be and cease to be so rough : ●o , I my selfe , thy conscience , use to swell , To boyle and toyle , to rise and rage ; untill The lees and dregges , the least Remaines of sinne ▪ Be utterly expelled from within . For , nothing does me so much presse , oppresse , As , wilfully-committed-wickednesse ; With whose intollerable burthen prest , Till eas'd thereof , I can enjoy no rest . ● , would'st thou , therefore ever merry be , Would'st thou , continually , me cheerefully see , ● then 't is thy part , timely , with due zeale , My soares ( thy sinnes ) with Penitence to heale . ●or , looke , how-much man sees and knowes his sinne , The more to grone and grieve he does begin ; ●nd , true repentant-teares are Angells-wine , With these , the soule being washt , in heav'n wil shine , Dost thou desire ( then ) to be never sad ? T is a good-conscience , that makes ever glad . Man. Alas , I knew all these , before you spake , But , never yet , right use of them did make . Con. Vnprofitable is that science , sure , Which , comfort to the conscience don't procure . Indeed there is much-science every where , But , little-conscience does abroad appeare . What good will science or great knowledge doe ? If conscience be uncleane , obscene , in you . Thou shalt not be , at Gods last dreadfull day , Arraigned by the Booke of science gay ; But , by the booke of conscience , every-one Shall answer , at the Lords tribunall throne . Such ( then ) as , at that great day , thou wouldst be , Such , let the Lord ( now , in this life ) thee see . Conscience , is a voluminous great-Booke , Whereinto , whosoere doth please to looke , Shall find all writ i th stile of verity , And with the pen of doubtlesse certainty . And , thence ( i th day of judgement ) wil be sought , Not , how much hast thou read , but how much wrough● Not , how well hast thou spoke , what good words given ▪ But , to live well , how hast thou car'd and striven ? Man. O! Woe is me ; if this ( alas ) be so , What I shall say or doe , I doe not know . I see and have seene , shamefull-things , and yet , I have not bin asham'd or blusht at it . I find and feele things bitter and most tart , Yet , have not ( as I ought ) bin griev'd at heart . Con. I , this is it ( indeed ) that makes me sad ; For , t is thy only griefe that makes me glad . For , by how much the more , thou sencelesse art ; So much the more I sigh and sob and smart : Thy teares are healing-tents to cure my woe , Which , if they from within doe gush and flow , Sins-pardon , life , unto thy soule thou gain'st , And , peace of conscience , inwardly obtayn'st . For , evils-past , hurt not , if not affected , But , if sins shame be in this life neglected , The future thought thereof will worke much blame , And , thou wilt grieve for want of former shame . Man. But yet , this one thing ▪ I would gladly know , Wherefore thou dost distract , distresse me so ? For , if thy prickes did me not waking keepe , ● might , a nights , more sound and sweetly sleepe . Thou being quiet none would me molest , Nor , with such turmoyles my fayre peace infest . Con. I told you at the first , and t is most true ; He that made you , made me a mate for you , Yea , your in-mate and fellow up and downe , ●o vex you , or with comfort you to crowne . Now , marke this well ; a sinners sleepe and rest , Can never pleasant be , to him , at best . For , all the naps Man takes not in the Lord , Nought else but evill doe to him afford . Thinke not ( therefore ) thy selfe secure to be , Although thou dost no open witnesse see ; For , when a Body in a sunshine-day Is seene without a shadow ; then , I say , And not till then , a mans soule may be found Vnto no Conscience-testimony bound . But , why dost thou still lay the blame on me , Of all thy trouble and anxietie ? Behold , the spightfull sp'rite , to us , drawes nigh , That brings upon us-both our miserie . Man. Alas , what is it , where is it , I pray ? Con. Thou shalt it see anon ; but now give way , And in those bushes hide thy selfe a while . For , ever since sinne did thee ( first ) beguile , Thou cunningly knewst how thy selfe to hide In shadie shrubs , thy nakednesse being ey'd : Which nakednesse being seene to thy disgrace , Thou guiltily didst flie from Gods blest face . Man. O that 's too true ; I thinke on 't ( now ) with woe ; But , I 'll forbeare , since thou wilt have it so : Goe to that Witch , I pray , whiles I , a space , Doe up and downe this Thicket walke and trace . The end of the third Dialogue . The Fourth D●ALOGUE . Betweene Conscience , Sinne , and Man. The Argument of the fourth Dialogue . Here Conscience does encounter Sinne , 'Twixt whom , hot bickerings doe begin . For , tender Conscience eas'ly spies Sins Wiles and Guiles and Fallacies . Sin , also boldly , by the way , Her Soule-bane Baits does full display ; And faine therewith would conscience catch , But Conscience wisely doth her watch . Man , to his Conscience comes at last , And all due blame on Sinne doth cast . Resolving , Sin , ( now ) to detest , So , He and Conscience sweetly rest . Con. WHat ? Sin ? Ill-met ; whither so fast do'st go ? Sin. To meet thee still , whether thou wilt or no. Con. I thinke no lesse indeed ▪ else thou would'st not So pertly and apertly plod and trot . But , be assur'd thou shalt as welcome be To me and my house , when ere I thee see , As water to a ship , clowds at a Feast , Which ( then ) intrude , when they are look't for least . Sin. Yet , who is he , that me not much esteemes ? Or , me unworthy his acquaintance deemes ? Con. Yet , herein thou thy selfe most plainly show's● A subtill Syrene , wheresoere thou go'st . For , with thy most nefarious inchantations Thy cheating charmes and slye insinuations Thou never ceasest to bewitch , abuse , All that this worlds vast Sea to sayle doe use . Sin. The fault 's their own ; why do they not forbeare me ? And stop their eares & then they need not heare me ? Con. O that they would , how happy were they then ▪ But , O , thou hast a hooke , wherewith , poore men , Poore carelesse men ( thy wiles that have not watcht , Nibling the Bait ) are couzned ( so ) and catcht . For , to the proud and supercilious breast , Thou , high and huge and hard things dost suggest . Perswading them inferiours to disdaine , And , at great meetings for prime-place to straine To scorne the company of meane and poore , Whereas indeed the gaine would be farre more Vnto their credit so to use inferiours , As they would used be by their superiours . So , when thou dost the avaricious finde , With quenchlesse-thirst of gold thou fir'st their minde . Who , still the more they have , doe crave the more , And , Tantalize in midst of copious store . Tyred all day , with toyle ; all night with care ; And ( whereby they most miserable are ) The lesse they need , the more they covet still . Now , every sinne ( chiefly this ancient-ill Of avarice ) is harder farre to cure , In old-men , than it is in young-men , sure ; Which is most strange ; since old-men neer their grave , In that respect , should , mindes more holy have . If thou ( againe ) meet with voluptuous mates , Thou , ready hast for them , most pleasant baits , Faire Ivory-beds , richly embroydered , Whereon , themselves , at ease , to stretch and spred , Adorn'd with flowers , perfum'd with odours sweet , ' Tindulge their lewd and lustfull bodies meet . Faire-fac'd Companions , drencht in deeds unchaste , Places and Playes , idly their houres to waste . Finally , all in one word to conclude , Thou , evermore , mens mindes dost vexe , delude With choyce of cheating-tricks , new fopperies , And , either having quite put-out their eyes , Or , with full-sight dost them so much bewitch , That , headlong , they fall in thy deadly-ditch . Sin. Why ? what a stirre is here ? why brand you me With this blacke-coale of odious-treacherie ? Con. Dost aske me why ? 'cause thou deservest worst Of all men living , of me , most and first . Whom , day by day , thou dost so plague and paine , As if those punishments which Poets faine To be upon some men impos'd , inflicted , Who , in their lives had been to lust addicted , To cruelty , beastiall licenciousnesse ; Were exercis'd on me ; with such distresse , And deepe distraction , am I daily drencht , With such great gripes , I , inwardly am pincht , That all my paines seeme Hornet-stings or bites Or Sathans Buffets , when to hell he smites . And , which is most and worst , no helpe I finde , So long as thou art in my sight and minde , Sin. These peevish Whinnels , ever , wretched are ; But , many , much more wretchedl● doe fare , Than need requires , complaining causelesly . But , I , even-now , observ'd thee testifie , And ' against me urge that I deserved worst Of all men , but of conscience most and first . Tell me , I pray , who , me , first Being , gave ? Was it not Adam that made all men have By one-incessant-line , right to damnation ? For , all in Adam , sinning , lost salvation . I , surely , mine owne maker could not be ; He was my Maker , who , as soone as hee Was sensible of thee , flew from Gods face To hide him 'mongst the trees in conscious-case . Flew to the tree ( I say ) whose bitter fruit Had he ( herein , than any beast , more brute ) Ne're tasted ; he had not offensive bin , And , so had nere begotten Me , call'd Sinne. Why dost thou ( then ) so much of me exclame ? 'T is man alone , is worthy all the blame . 'T is he alone that digged his owne pit , And , by selfe-folly , so fell into it . He waxed proud and saucily desired , To be like God , to be a God , aspired ; But , thereby , he most like the Divell became , Hence flow thy teares , this did mans mischiefe frame . Con. Oh I confesse it . Sin or Sathan either , Than this , thou say'st , spake nothing truelier ever . But yet I cannot choose , but much admire , How thy incessant toyle does thee not tyre . Sin. Pish. That which pleaseth , never tyreth any . And herein , I finde instigations many . Hatred of good , love and delight in ill , The depravation of mans first free-will . These are the Chariot-wheeles on which I roule And range about t' effect my fancie-foule . My Waggoner is waggish-Vanity , Which drives my Horses ( lusts ) most furiously . Hence I , so indefatigable , rest , Being of most various-pleasures ( still ) possest If , proudly , I to prance abroad affect , With rich and rare apparell I am deckt . Which , of the newest fashion must be made , Whereby beholders eyes on me are stayd , With gazing admiration , and thus , I , Admire my selfe , as much as passers-by , If , I my flesh to pamper doe delight , My Table ready furnisht is in sight , With luscious cates and delicates most deare , With all choice rarities that make good cheere . If I be farre from Sea , I Fish affect , If neere the Sea , I Flesh doe most respect . There 's nothing new , but I long for it , have it , Nothing so costly , but my lust doth crave it . If , I a Dancing-match or Play would see , Thither I haste , where thickest clusters be . Nor can the Mimicke-Actors give content , Nor fond Spectatours be to pleasure bent If I be absent : For , in publike meetings Where I see vanity use pleasing greetings , There I am quickly present , there I finde Not any , but is prest to please my minde , My pleasant presence yeeldeth such delight , That all things are most joviall in my sight . Con. Hence I collect , that sins most prompt intention Is exercis'd in Actions of Invention . Sin. You hit the very white . For , sinne is ever Pregnant and active , and is idle never ; But , one thing from another ( still ) begets , And , so an edge upon her Lovers whets . Con. Nay rather , sinne makes them the more secure , Security does them to sloth enure . Sin. What if it doe ? with this soft lethargie Whiles I doe mine , thus , cocker cunningly , I tye them closelier to me , every day , They are my shades and follow me , each way . They are my Souldiers and will for me fight , They , as good servants , serve me with delight . And , so much they expresse to me their love , And their firme stedf●stnesse to me approve , That , like good Citizens , they readily Will lose their liues to prop my liberty : Nor thinke they any toyle too much , they take To shew themselves obsequious for my sake . For , they which love , or labour not at all , Or , love their labour , or account it small . Con. But , certainly , nothing doth sooner fade And putrifie , than love , thus weakely laid . Since all thy promises so goodly thought , Like snow before the sunne doe come to nought . Nay rather , to the soule that in them joyes , They bring a deadly sting and dire annoyes . Sin. Dost thou not think my promise prevalent ? Con. Yes ; for who ere is thereof confident , Is pressed downe t'eternall-Death , thereby ; For this men finde by most sad certainty , That nought is worse than sinners Happinesse ; That , ther 's no woe , where is no wickednesse . Sin. But , one among a thousand , let me see , That is of this severe conceit with thee . Con. Ah , though I cannot one , 'mongst many , show , Yet , more 's their madnesse and sure overthrow . Sin. This is your censure ; who thinks so beside ? T' enjoy things present , all doe ( best ) abide , And ever have done so . Let them that feare For future and contingent cases care . Better 's one Bird in hand , than two i' th bush , Future uncertainties who'll prize a Rush ? Things present , being pleasant in our sight , Are therefore more desir'd and most delight . Con. Hence 't is ( indeed ) that men so dote and erre , Hence they their Syrene-pleasures so preferre , Because they walke not ( here ) by faith , but sense , Hurryed along with loose improvidence , But , if they did consider seriously This life to be a perpetuity Of sad repentance , since , all vices here , The longer us'd , the stronger doe appeare ; And , what they loose by thus observing thee , And what they get by being from thee free , How little would they joy , how much lament ? How little time of grace would be mis-pent ? With how small pleasure and how slender joy They ( thus ) incurre perpetuall annoy ? " Whereas , if all that ere from Adam came , " And , all of these were Preachers of choice fame , " And , all these Preachers hels least-pains should preach " These all , could not hels least paine fully reach , " Nor can it be imagined or knowne , " What parts from torture : ( there ) will be alone , " And , that no anguish of all temp'rall smart " May to th' eternall woes which pierce the heart " Of damned soules in Hell , compared be . If these , and such like things , men right would see , And seriously consider ; nothing , then , ( O , thou prodigious mischiefe of all men ) Nothing ( I say ) would they account or deeme More foule than thee , nothing more base esteeme . And so would shunne thee , as a snake i'th'way , Or , as a Viper on their hands that lay . Yea , though they knew ( which , then , man does not know That , God , for such a sinne , would mercy show , Yet , for sins filth and selfe most odiousnesse , Men would abhorre and hate ( so ) to transgresse . S. Forbeare , I pray , whence gush these great cōplaints C. Sins curst incroachmēts are their chiefe cōstraints ; By whose most impious charmes and flatteries faire , Men , into bruit beasts metamorphiz'd are . Who , doffing their most due humanity , Put on most belluall inconcinnity . For , unto whom , that hath his eyes in 's head , Is it not palpably discovered ? How chastity is hazarded in pleasures ! Humility quite lost in beaps of treasures ! How piety is choakt in worlds-affaires ! How truth , by tatling fals on lying-snares ! How charity , by this worlds bravery , Is froze to death , or turn'd to knavery ! Sin. Tush , tush , these hazards little trouble me . C. Yet , thou , them breed'st , & they my burthens be . Sin. I rather thinke , this thy minds maladie Proceeds from selfe-pusillanimitie . Thou hast ( it seemes ) a stomacke , queazie , sick , On which , each little mote does nauseous-stick : And , that , which others hold a tender sprig , Precisely , thou , count'st , than a Beame , more big . Con. A soft and tender-conscience man must cherish , Not bruise or breake it , and so make it perish . Sin. Well , go-to , then ; If thou so tender be , Why art thou not to my delights , more free ? Con. Because thy pleasures make my heart more sad , Nor , any true content in them is had . Such an apertion , or by-way to joy , Is joyes desertion , high-way to annoy . Such toyes and trifles , best effects of vice , Can't a good-conscience , to thy lure , entice . But , tell me , did'st thou never heare or know , Good conscience price , bad-conscience plague and wo ? Sin. I never knew of eithers price or paine . Con. Now , then , thou shalt , and understand them plaine . Good-conscience is a cabinet of treasure ; An everlasting-feast , full of true-pleasure . Contrariwise , than conscience-naught and bad , A greater plague and paine cannot be had . For , it hath made a finall-separation , Twixt it and peace and constant contentation . For , as , to good-men , goodnesse is rich gaine ; So , wickednesse is wicked-mens dire paine . Sin. This thy precisenesse and austerity , Will never suffer thee live cheerfully . Con. O , farre be it , that any should suppose , Such joy in Sin , as from sweet vertue grows . Whose rich reward is God himselfe , no lesse , Who , vertue gives to those whom He will blesse . In whom , my joy is safe lockt-up and hid , In whose exchange , who ever would me bid The world and all its pleasures in my hand ; Yea , though they were , in number , as sea-sand , Yet , should they not my heart allure to leave , My joy in God , and so my soule deceive . Sin. But yet , for all this , this worlds happinesse ( For , other I know none ) I still professe , Is the most excellent , and much depends On choice of merry-mates and joviall-friends . On hunting after honours , heaping treasures , And , on enjoying various sorts of pleasures . But , these ( belike ) are wholly opposite , To vertues practise and approv'd delight . Con. Thou art mistaken . Vertues are , indeed , True riches ; not base wealth , which earth doth breed . Worlds wealth to serue , is God to disobay . And , though worlds-service does to worldlings , pay Some seeming joy ; yet ( ever more ) Gods Saints Finde it a clog and cause of great complaints . These do it estimate their prime perfection To passe this desert , by Gods Spirits direction . This state of grace , heav'ns glorious place , they count To be neere-kinne , and long to climbe that Mount. The worth of all this world , hels worke they deeme , Earths honours , they , earths tumours do esteeme . But , to performe Gods sacred will and pleasure , They count their souls most high and happy treasure . Sin. What prat'st thou of thy silly Saints to me ? They are not of my fold , nor ere will be . And , their encrease , does decrease my great powers , But , who comes yonder ? a true friend of ours ; My docible young scholler ; Man , no Saint , And , that 's my joy , whom I must ( now ) acquaint With my rare rudiments . For , I suppose , What 's humane ( touching vice ) within him grows . Man. Aye me , of all men living , most forlorne ; I too-too long , in silence , have forborne ; But , now I neither can nor will forbeare . Wilt thou not cease to hunt me every where ? Sin. T is thou that hunts and haunts me to and fro . Ma. I must confesse it : but , for doing so , I now am overwhelm'd with woe and shame , Yet , this my sense of sins most deadly blame , Being the first and firme step to salvation , Makes me find hope of my Regeneration . Sin. How 's that ? this gives me very poore content . Ma. I do confesse ( I say ) with full assent , That I have finn'd , and it was onely I , Not foolish fortune , or my destiny , No , nor the devill , but evill in mine owne brest , I therefore onely 'gainst my selfe protest , And , if I should thee ( O my conscience blame , Or , thinke my sinne from any other came , I , to those dogges might be resembled right , Which ( as divine Plato doth truly write ) Do snap and snarle and bite the rowling stone , Cast at them ; but , regard not whence t was throwne . No rather , now at last , with weeping eyes And wofull heart , against my selfe I rise ; Whom I have made my worst intestine foe , And treacherously ensnar'd my soule in woe . Nor , do I onely 'gainst my selfe thus rise , But , make a serious solemne-vow , likewise , ( Heav'n ratifie the same ) that I will ever , From this time forward , use my best endevour That , thou ( O sinne ) shipwracke of mans salvation Shalt nere , in me , have willing habitation . But , if by force , thou wilt breake in againe , Yet , thou shalt never domineere and raigne . Con. A pious vow , and godly resolution , The Lord will ( surely ) bring to blest conclusion . Ma. I doubt it not , and therefore will persist , And , since I seeme , of two parts to consist , A Soule and Bodie : If the first of these By any smallest sinne , hath least disease , It stings and wrings thee strait , with bitter s●art , O my syntericke , sinne-opposing-part ! I therefore purpose a new course to take ; Whereby , my conscience , I may chearfull make Whereby , my soule I may with grace renourish . And , my internall family may flourish , And , as for thee , my flesh , since thou art apt , To draw in sinne , and be by sinne entrapt ; Yea , Sin , as water , to drinke in , and sucke , ( And , he which addeth sin to sin , doth plucke , And hale his soule to hell , as with a rope ) Thou delicate fine-Philistine , I hope , I shall thee tame , new-mould , and mortifie , Nere let thee rest , till thou , with me , comply , To dye to sinne , till I have runne my race , All this I trust , by power of heavenly grace . Con. Most sweetly thou resolv'st ; O ever may God , by his Spirit , perfect it , I pray . Sin. Well , if thou me forsake , I 'll others finde , Who , will me entertaine , and use more kinde : For , whiles , on earth , there any men remaine , I make no doubt , but I shall rule and raigne . Ma. But , I will frustrate all thy hope in me , If , to my votes , my God propitious be ; Now ( then ) my conscience ; let us both go in , And , since we are thus fairely freed of Sinne , So hatefull to us both , now , mutually , Let us rejoyce with sweet tranquility . An end of the fourth Dialogue . The fift DIALOGUE . Betweene God and the Soule . The Argument of the fift Dialogue . God ( here ) the Soule most kindly greets , With many sacred sugred sweets ; Even wooes the Soule free-love t' embrace , Assures it of assistant-grace . The sanctified-soule complies , Bewailes her faint infirmities ; Resignes her selfe to Gods dispose , And with his holy-call doth close ; God helps it on , with faire directions And cheeres it on , with sweet affections ▪ The Soule ( thus ) on Gods leasure waits , Till , He , to glory , It translates . God. A Rise , my Love , my Dove , most pure and faire , To come to Me , make haste , thy selfe prepare . Soule . What sacred voyce is this ? blest invitations ? Candy'd with such sweet loving compellations ? G. His , who creating thee , inspir'd thy life , Inspiring it , espons'd thee , as his wife . S. My great Creator , and my glorious King ? G. Yea , thy free-lover , whence , thy good doth spring S. I know thee , O my God , that thou art he , Who , fully , freely , firmly , lovest me : Since , for my sake , thy Sonne , thou hast not spar'd To free me , when to hell I was ensnar'd . G. My Sonne I gave , yea , and mine onely Sonne ; That thou might'st not , for ever , be undone . S And what ( deare God ) shall I repay to thee ? G. Nothing , but love for love , which pleaseth me . S. What heart ( O Lord ) can be so stupifide ? As , by thy love , not to be mollifide ? G. That heart , which hides the favours I bestow . S. Lord , what have I , that did not from thee flow ? G. Returne me thanks ( then ) that thou mayst have more , For , grateful hearts do find my favours store . S. Let my poore prayer ( good God ascend to thee , That thy rich grace , my ( so ) descend on me ; For , by thee onely , 't is , I life retaine , To thee ( then ) wholly , Me I give againe . G. Thou giv'st thy selfe , to me : t is well . But , where Where are the fruits that thou to me dost beare ? S. Alas , O Lord , what fruits can I expresse ? As of my selfe , till thou me till and dresse ? If thou vouchsafe upon my heart , thy field , To sow such seeds as may thee good fruit yeild , Thou must ( O Lord ) by thy blest hand of grace , First , plucke up all my weeds of vices base . G. Thou say'st most true ; But , wilt thou , willingly , Submit thy selfe to graces-husbandrie ? S. O , burne me , bruise me , breake me , heere , O Lord ; So , thou ( hereafter ) mercy dost afford . O , let that hand that form'd me , me reforme . Let it correct , so it to thee conforme . G. Draw neere to me ( then ) and I will thee draw ; And listen to the lessons of my Law. S. Speak ( Lord ) for , I thy hand-mayd do thee heare , And gladly bend my most attentive eare . G. Then , first of all , thou must wel know and see Both , whence thou cam'st ; what th' art ; what thou shalt be . If thou me please , whence ( first ) thou didst proceed , Thou , now art , and shalt be , most blest , indeed . Thou wast , what now thou art not , and 't was I That gave thee , this , thy present-entity . I have thee over others set and plac'd ; And thee with high prerogatives have grac'd . Superiour-things , for joy ; equall , for mates ; Inferiour things , to serue thee in thy straits . S. What canst thou give unto me , for me , more , If , thou , thy selfe dost give , t is all rich store . G. I gave thy selfe , to thee , when thou wast nought , I gave my selfe , to thee , being worse than ought . I have my selfe , for thee , at last , reserved , That thou , in endlesse-blisse might'st be preserved . S. O blessed mysterie of most dimension ! O blessed benefit of large extension ! G. A mysterie it is , wherein ( indeed ) Thou must of three things take especiall heed : 1. The mercie of thy ever-loving Lord ; 2. The merit , which Christs sufferings do affords 3. And the free grace of Gods most holy Spirit , Which , the sweet Gospell cals thee to inherit . 1. My mercie lov'd thee , ere it thee created , And thee from other creatures separated . 2. The merit of my Christ did purchase thee , When , moved , meerly , by his love most free , Thy miserie caus'd him the heavens to leave , And , for thy sake , such wrongs ( here ) to receive . 3. The grace of my good Spirit thee ( then ) did call , When it did preach and teach thee therewithall , It freed thee fully , when thy state it saw , And , from fouls , bodies , dangers did thee draw . S. O , that I were of brinish teares a spring , That I these loves might fully see and sing ! G. Thus , thou hast , briefly , first , seen What thou wast , Vpon thy present state , thine eyes ( next ) cast . See What thou art Which ( thus ) is first defin'd ; The Soule is the plaine image of the Minde ; The minde Gods Image is : But , God's more great Than is the minde , and has ( there ) supreme seat . The Minde ( againe ) is greater than the Soule ; The Soule doth all the Bodies parts controule ▪ And , thus ( O soule ) thy dignity is great , Adorn'd with diverse ornaments complete : ( Even princely priviledges ) which remaine , To make thy lustre of an higher straine . On thee is graven the image of thy Maker , Thou art redeem'd with Christs bloud , and partaker Of all he is ; espous'd by faith , to him , Thy dowrie is his Spirits graces trim ; Invested with his vertuous righteousnesse , And , made , than glorious Angels , little lesse . First ( then ) if any aske , Whose image rare And superscription is this , thou dost weare ? Well mayst thou answer , t is the image right Of supreme Caesar , soveraigne Lord of light . If , yet , they aske thee , how it was defac'd ? Tell them , by rust of sinne , it was disgrac'd . How wast repaired ? By thy Saviours bloud . How wast espous'd ? By faiths-ring pure and good . How is 't endow'd ? with influence of Gods Spirit . How is 't adorn'd ? with flowers of Christs due merit . How is it plac'd and grac'd with dignity ? Even , with blest Angels in their purity . Say , then , good soule , is not this state most blest ? Yes , sure ; unlesse earth has thy joy possest . For , who , except he a ranke traitour be ? Traitour , I say , both unto me and thee , Dares be so bold this image to put out ? Since it is heavenly Caesars , past all doubt . Who shall thy soule make vendible to vice ? Redeem'd , with such a summe ? thou art blouds price . Who shall , thee , such an amiable Bride , Vnto thy heavenly King , in Wedlocke tyde Once dare to violate or lay least staine ? Since , thee , my specious soule , I entertaine . Who shall endevour to eclipse or dim Thy sacred secret inward-light most trim , Glistring most gloriously from heaven on thee ? Since t is the light of my blest Spirit , from me . Who shall , once , dare to crop those fragrant flowers Of vigorous-vertues from our heavenly bowers ? Those precious aromatick-sents of grace ? Since th' are thy beauties , sent from our blest face . Who can divorse thee from those blessed-mates Promis'd my Saints , in their celestiall states ; Yea , set about thee ( here ) still , to defend thee ? Since they are Angel-troops that do befriend thee . Thus hast thou seene thy first and present state : Now , hearken , what condition does thee waite . Namely , if ( here ) thou live a Saint divine , In heaven thou shalt Angelically shine . Be , therefore , ever going , growing ever , Faint not in my paths , and go backward never : But , to stand still is to go backe in grace , For , here 's no medium , or abiding-case . Thou either must go freely forward still Or , certainly , thou wilt go backe to ill . In which thy pious progresse have a care Especially to keepe thy paths most faire , By that most holy grace , Humility ; Which , will thee lead with sweet stability . Prate not of thy proficiencie at all , Or growth in grace , lest pride do make thee fall . For , what soere is done , 's undone againe , If lowlinesse do it not safe sustaine . He , therefore , which does other vertues get , But , does not , with humility , them set , Doth like to one that carries dust i th' winde Whereof , he ( soone ) himselfe doth empty finde . Men , therefore , fitly , call Humility Rare vertues Queene ; death of impiety . Faire Virgins Mirrour ; and the mansion neat , Which the blest Trinity hath made its seat . Nor can that soule be counted poore and bare That shines with beauteous beams of meeknesse rare . For , this knows well to order its owne minde , Which , seldome I in rich and great men finde . And hence it is , that men say , Poverty In good mens mindes doth guard humility . In having which , they are farre richer , sure , Than he which could the whole worlds crowne procure . S. O , my deare Lord , whereof should I be proud ? Whose nature yeelds not ought by thee allow'd . In many things , I my deficience know ; In nothing I can least sufficience show . G. Be of good courage ( soule ) for , usually , He that most feares his owne sufficiencie , Best fares in piety . For , how should he Desire supply , which no defect doth see ? Mine onely grace which is sufficient still Is most pure Balsum , which from me does thrill . And it requires a vessell pure and sound , And , in such , onely , will be sweetly found . I 'll ( therefore ) clense the cisterne of thy heart , And then the Balsum of my grace impart ; Yea , I will leade thee to yet higher things , To yet more fluent and more pleasant springs , Put forth thy hand , and I will thee embrace . Know'st thou my presence is in every place ? S. Yes Lord , I know in every place thou art , And yet not circumscrib'd to any part ; I know that thou art present every where , Yet , neither place nor motion do thee beare . G. And dost thou know I have an all-seeing-eye ? S. I know , acknowledge it submissively ; And that thou , Lord , revenger of all ill , Dost eye and spie , see and fore-see all still . If I should hide my selfe in earth most deepe , Thy piercing eye could sentinell ( there ) keepe , If I in wildernesse would build my nest , Even there should I to thee be manifest . G. And dost thou know that I am judge of all ? S. Most certainly ; and that my Saviour shall The whole world judge with equity and right , Though he , on earth , was sentenced , with spight . G. O , if thou didst both know and well beleeve That I thy God do every thing perceive . Am present every where , and must judge all , I thinke ( so oft ) on sinne thou wouldst not fall . S. We all ( O Lord ) are very weake and fraile ; And I know none , so apt , as I , to faile . G. By how much thou thy state more fraile dost So much the stronger thou shalt daily grow . But , tell me now this one thing , wouldst thou faine know , Be counted worthy me to entertaine ? S. Blessed , thrice blessed is that soule most sure , That can his God , to be his guest procure . For , he can never want a sure protection , In whom thou dwel'st , worthy thy sweet refection . G. Thou shalt be worthy if thou follow me ; S. Lord , to the crosse , in Christ , to purchase thee . G. That blessed author , finisher of faith , Hanging upon the Crosse , bequeathed hath , In his last-will of love and piety , To divers sorts , a severall legacie . To his Apostles , persecutions tart , Vnto the Iews his corps and wounded heart ; His Spirit into his heavenly Fathers hands . Vnto the Virgin , Iohns firme fostering-bands : To the beleeving-thiefe , blest paradise ; To soule-slaying sinners , helt , just pay for vice ; And , to repentant-Christians , he set downe , A certaine crosse , before a promis'd Crowne . S. O Testament full of pure charity ! From whence I may collect infallibly That all the hope of mans salvation blist Doth in Christs meritorious death consist . G. And whence thou mayst collect thy dignity , The purchase of a soule , a price most high ; Which , at no lower rate could ransom'd be , But by Christs bloud shed on the Crosse for thee , Vse ( then ) all care thy selfe to watch and ward , Vnto thy latter end have great regard . And this most holy wholesome sentence grave Be ( evermore ) sure in thy minde to have ; Whether I sleepe or wake with watchfull eye , Or whatso'ere I do , continually Me thinks , that last great Trumpets sound I heare ; Arise ye dead to judgement ( now ) appeare . S. A sound ( O Lord ) indeed , most lowd and shrill , To Saints most glad , to sinners sad and ill . G. And yet ( alas , I pitty thy poore case ) This shaking sound which should all evill chase ; No sooner is remembred , than forgot , And , this , the soules rich worth doth staine and spot . An asse fals in a pit , and is puld out ; But , if a soule falls , no man looks about . Ev'ry man does his bodies death much feare , But , very few do for the soules death care . And , whence ( I pray ) does this souls-slaughter rise ? Because men do that precious thing despise , Which being lost and carelesly neglected , A soule so falne cannot be re-erected . Nothing ( men say ) more precious is than Time ; And yet ( alas , oh t is a common crime ) Nothing is ( now a dayes ) esteem'd more base , Nothing more slighted than these dayes of grace . Yet , on this moment , which men ( here ) let fly , Dependeth ( most ) mans blest eternity . Then let not Pastimes , passe the times away , But up , be doing good in this thy day . Correct thy selfe , and then my mercy crave ; No fault so great , which cannot pardon have . S. But ( O my God ) I many things ( here ) finde , By liking which , I staine and soyle my minde . G. But , he them all , contemnes most easily , Which alwaies mindefull is that he must dye . S. O , but ( deare God ) I feare I shall dye never . G. Dye to the world , and live with me for ever . But , marke this well ; unto the world to dye , Is , to forsake this world primarily ; Not to be left , by it : for if that men Begin Repentance , and to leave sinne , then , When they can sinne no longer , and forsake The world , when they no more of it can make ; Sinne leaveth them , they doe not leave their sinne , The world leaves them , ere they this worke begin . Not to avoyd a danger when thou may'st , Is , not to have thy hope upon me plac'd ; But 't is to tempt me rather , wilfully , Leaving the rule , liking security . In hope ( therefore ) feare , fearing take good heed ; Thus , of much danger thou shalt ( safe ) be freed . Beare tryals then , and thou shalt comforts have , No conquest comes , without a battaile brave . S. Most holy Lord , I all things will forsake , All tryals I will gladly undertake , That I ( at last ) may thee my God possesse , Who art my All in All , in all distresse . Forsake thy-selfe and then thou shalt me finde , Put off all high-conceipts , all pride of minde . A Christians prime-Praeludium and best tryall , Is to divorce himselfe , by selfe-denyall . Thou art not mine , if thou preferre thy will , Before my pleasure , in thy actions ill . For , no man , heere , can stand , which , heartily , Will not himselfe , for my-sake , vilifie . Thou hast within thee , from me , still to teach thee ; Or , stay with me , or else returne and reach me . When-ere thou shalt be mov'd or avocated , By ill-affects , nay , defects instigated , Give me thy-selfe ( then ) and thou shalt me gaine , Love me and thou shalt my free love obtaine . S. Certainely ( holy Lord ) he loves not truly , Who loves ought with thee , which thee loves not duely ▪ Love , to the thing-belov'd , transaminates , And in its love , it-selfe ( full ) fatiates . I wholly leave my-selfe , nought is in me , I , totally being thine , will rest in thee . And , in my Saviours armes I doe desire . My life to lead , and sweetly to expire . But yet , I cannot comfortably sleep ▪ Vntill my Soveraignes armes me safely keepe . G. Be comforted ( poore Soule ) thou shall be sure To be more safe , then , rest thou heere secure ; A Christians-crosses are a Christians Crowne And shall obtaine immortall high renowne . Persist , therefore , in this my Cordiall-love , Wherein , if thou thy-selfe sincere approve , Thou wilt a thousand deaths more soone endure , Than , willfully ( by sin ) my wrath procure . Persist ( I say ) in my religious feare , Wherein , if thou thy-selfe uprightly beare , Thy House of Clay thou shalt well regulate Thy actions , thou shalt , wisely , ordinate . Thus , thou shalt sweetly have repose in me , Thou need'st not feare , because my love 's in thee . For , that soule ( surely ) cannot feare that loves But , that soule , whom no love of me ( once ) moves . For , perfect love all servile-feare casts-out , And fortifies the soule from griefe and doubt . It brings-forth most enduring-dignity , And , fits thee for my Saints society . S. Most holy God , so write thou in my Heart , By finger of thy Spirit , the sacred Art Of memory of thy Mellifluous-name , That blacke-Oblivion nere blot out the same . Yea , print upon my soule and sincere minde , And , graven on my Brest , let me ( still ) finde Thy sacred pleasure , which , no chance or change , May violate or from my thoughts estrange . Come , Lord , come perfect , what thou hast begun , And , in-mee , on-mee , Thy blest will be done . G. Goe-on , then , with thy gracious resolution , Bring all to holy , happie Execution ; Live , heere ( as other Saints ) a little space , Then , thou , in Heaven shalt have a glorious Place . The end of the fifth Dialogue . The sixt DIALOGUE . Betweene the Soule and the City of God. The Argument of the sixth Dialogue . The Soule being ( here ) in heav'n suppos'd ; And in its longed joyes repos'd ; Gods holy City is brought in , It s gracious welcome to begin : And to the Soule to demonstrate Its most victorious , glorious state . The Soule is ravisht with delight , At its coelestiall sacred sight ; Reproves the worlds fond aberration , Neglecting this so great Salvation : Whereof , it-selfe ( thus ) now , possest , Abides in endlesse Peace and Rest. ALL-haile most holy City of the Lord ; What glorious sights are these , thou dost afford ▪ Most blessed Spouse of Christ , beloved Bride ; What amiable joyes in thee abide ! What sacred songs , what musicke doe I heare ! What heavenly Hymnes , with most melodious cheere Doe chant about mine eares , in every street ! What pleasant fruit-trees ! O what Manna sweet Doe I ( here ) see and savour , touch and taste ! In midst of what sweet pleasures am I plac'd ? What precious prizes are there , heere , afforded ? O what most glorious matters are recorded Of thee blest City of our God of love , And that most justly ? for all true I prove ! For , in thee is ( indeed ) a habitation Of onely such as joy with exultation . Even here where 't is more difficult , to say , What is not here , than what is , to display ; Yea , though mine eloquence did all 's excell , Yet could I not its glory truely tell . C. Now then ( most welcome soule ) from this blest sense , Thou feel'st and find'st by good experience , That one day in Gods house is better biding , Than , elsewhere are a thousand dayes residing . S. I finde it so ( indeed ) and one day , here , Doth an eternall day to me appeare ; To which no yesterday gives any place , Nor any morrow makes to end its race . Where nothing is that was not ( first ) here flowing , Or , which ( already ) is not here , full growing . So sweet and pleasant is this lasting light , So full of rare and ravishing delight , That , if the soule could it enjoy no more , Than but one-houre and so must give it ore , Even for this-onely sweet , the pleasures rife And flowing temp'rall-ioyes of all Mans life , Though ere so many yeeres spent jollily , Ought all to be contemn'd most worthily . For , in thy sight ( O God ) a thousand yeeres As yesterday , instantly past , appeares . C. But , say ( sweet soule ) what dost thou ( now ) esteem Of that most slippery-age ? What dost thou deeme And judge of those thy former dayes ( now ) past ? Those fleeting-yeeres , quite spent , and could not last , And which shall nere-returne ? What thinkst thou ? say , Of that fast fleeting time , now , fled away ? All that is past thereof , is ( now ) no more , And all to come thereof , none can restore . What , of that-day , whose morning-houres are fled ? Whose afternoones are not recovered . What of that-houre , whose minutes from thee sliding ? For their remainder , there was no abiding . Are not all these , as if they neere had beene ? Compar'd with this blest state thou ( now ) art in . For , in this most desiderable Land , No troubling-toyle is to be tooke in hand . No pining pinching-paine is to be borne No griefe whereby the Heart is hurt or torne . But , heer 's the highest honour to be had , Heer 's mutuall-love to make the Heart most glad Heere , thou by knowing perfectly shall see , Heere , by delighting , thou shalt loving be . Heere , by possessing , thou shalt ever praise , Heere , to thy God , be chanting heavenly-Layes . Whom , thou shalt see to satisfie thy pleasure , Whom , thou shalt have to fill thy will , full-measure , Whom thou shalt to thy joy , enjoy for ever , Whom thou to love and laud shalt aye persever . Where thou shalt flourish in eternity , Where thou shalt glister in pure verity ; Where thou shalt shine in perfect purity , Where thou shalt joy in sweet security , Where thou shalt finde endlesse stability Of perfect-knowledge rare facility . Of sweet-repose and rest a happy sense , Of all that may content , the Quintessence . O how can I describe sufficiently , This Holy-Cities faire felicity ? Whose Citizens are blessed Angels bright , Whose Temple is the Father of all Light ; Whose splendour is the Sonne of Righteousnesse Whose glorious-love the Spirit doth expresse . S. O sacred-City , joyes variety ! O blessed state of Saints society ! C. And , we reciprocally are as glad , Of this thy fellowship with us now had , As wee are of our-owne blest happinesse . For , thou dost now so sweet a place possesse , Where , One soules comfort , comforts all the rest , None , heere , anothers-good doth ill-digest , But , each of us does take as much delight In others blisse , as in his proper right . S. O then , how happy is my blessed-state , Whom such choice mates doe so associate ? So many sacred Citizens doe meete , So lively , lovely Saints so kindely greete : How sweet was this blest Cities meditation , To me , when I on earth had habitation ? But , O how much more sweetnesse doe I taste , To be in it , of it , belov'd , embrac'd ? To contemplate my soules faire Bridegroome blest , My soules sweet soule , my Prince of glorious rest . C. But , come ( faire sister ) give me now thy hand , And thou shalt in me , see and understand Our yet more sacred sweets , our mansions faire , Glistring with gems and precious stones most rare . I will thee into our Wine-Cellars guide , Where , Flagons full of purest wine abide ; Into our Refectorie choicely deckt With heauenly dainties palates to affect . Where neither longing doth ingender paine , Nor fulnesse doth least nauseousnesse containe . Where , neither he that eates is over-cloyd , Nor , what is eaten is not full-supply'd . Where , ever over-flowing flouds of pleasure Will cheere thy soule in most abundant measure , And will thy heavenly heart inebriate With love-divine , yet still most temperate . Here run pure Rivers of the wat'r of life , Here are faire meads , gardens of pleasures rife , Here 's augmentation of felicity , Glories-encreasings with sure constancie . Beds of delight , boards of aboundant joy , All that may comfort , nothing to annoy . Yea , from this mount of savorie spices rare Behold , at full , a heavenly mirrour faire , And , therein , see Saints glistring splendour bright , And all their honour of majesticke might . In this faire port of peace is labours rest , This creeke of comfort foes cannot infest , Here being safty with eternity , Contentive joy with full satiety . With various noveltie all rare delight , And sugred sweetnesse in Gods sacred sight . S. And , who would not both long and like it best ▪ To set downe here his everlasting rest ? Both for its peace , and for its pleasant light ▪ For its eternitie and Gods blest sight . In ever knowing God the Fathers power , The wisedome of the Sonne , in 's heavenly bower , The holy Spirits tender clemencie , To have full knowledge of the Trinitie . C. T is true , ( sweet soule ) Gods secrets open be , There he will befull seene and lov'd of thee . S. O , blessed-vision , in himselfe seene trim , To see God in us , and our selues in him ! C. Yea to see him , who is the light of lights The rest and receptacle of delights . Life of all living , seat of travellers , The palme , the prize , the crowne of conquerers . S. O , who can Gods great goodnesse understand , How wondrous are the works of his right hand ? Yesterday I was in earths darknesse dimme , To day in heavens resplendent lustre trimme . Yesterday in the roaring Lyons power , To day , i th' hands of my sweet Saviour . Yesterday , brought unto the gates of hell , To day in Paradise , where joyes excell . Yesterday in the worlds circumf'rence round , To day in Abrahams bosome blestly found . O , that men living on the earth below , Did least part of celestiall joyes well know ! Then , solely , seriously , all paines the'yd take In holy duties : no least losse they 'd make Of precious time , which no man can regaine , Nor would so fruitlesly their lives retaine . Divines would ( then ) more study lives than learning More to live well than quaint disputes discerning . Their chiefe philosophy they would it deeme , To know Christ and him crucifi'de esteeme . Grave Oratours would not so breake their brains To vent strong lines , invent such losty strains , As , holily and heartily to speake , And , by good works , from guilded words would break . The worlds great traders would more piously , Endure and not procure an injurie , And count a quiet and good conscience best , Yea farre beyond the greatest gaine possest . Then , that intolerable beast most wilde , I meane , that canker covetice most vilde , Would not so rage and rave in courses base , But , yeeld to time , as the fit time of grace . Yea all of all sorts would so sparke and shine , In holinesse of life and gifts divine ; That , those two sayings , at the last great day , Should never from their thoughts depart away , Go , O ye cursed , into fire eternall . Come , O ye blessed , to a crowne supernall . Oh , what can be more harsh , more full of wo ? Than ( then ) to heare that bitter saying , go . But , what can better ( then ) pronounced be ? Than , that blest invitation i● ? Come ye . Two sentences , than one of which , none sadder , And , than the other , none was ( ere ) heard gladder . Oh , if men would these throughly ruminate , Then , they more soundly would recogitate And thinke upon the last and dreadfull day ; As that , on which , they must resolve to clay . Yea , they the judgement-day would duely tender , As that , on which , they must a reck'ning render . Then would they muse and meditate on hell , As on that lake where woe and horrour dwell . And thinke on heaven , as on a glorious place , And kingdome of incomparable grace . Their time , yet left , to heaven they 'd consecrate , Their lampe , yet light , aloft they 'd elevate . No day without a line , no line should be Without a guiding-rule to sanctitie . No smallest sand out of the houre-glasse , Without ( at least ) one trickling teare should passe . They , nothing , not time-present , would count theirs , Whose onely minute , all their due appeares . The morning they would make dayes inchoation , The evening , that dayes due examination . Their bodies from their beds they soone would raise , Their drowsie sleepe they 'd shun without delayes : Their candle lighted , they betimes would pray , And , give their God the first-fruits of the day . Then , they would boldly looke death in the face , Yea , gladly they 'd invite his hastie pace ; And , being wholly dead to earths false joy , They best would live , while they seem'd life to ' stroy By dying , so , they death would deadly wound , And , by Deaths death , their life would best be found . Thus , they would not count death a pang or paine , But , rest from sorrow and their greatest gaine . Thus , earth disdain'd and heav'n obtain'd , all blest , They would approach the haven of endlesse rest . But , worldlings ( alwayes ) finde by proofe most bad Whiles they breathe out this sentence sowre and sad ( O death , how bitter is the thought of thee ! To those that earthly peace , with wealth , do see ? ) That unto whom the world 's a blandishment . To them it brings , from heaven , a banishment . For , two most distant loves do men ( still ) make Of two most distant Cities to partake ; The love of God , Ierusalem erects , The love of earth , proud Babilon protects . The place of peace , Ierusalem is nam'd , Babilon is Seditions seat proclaim'd . But , they shall nere in Peaces-city dwell Which love not peace , but like confusion well . O , then that men on earth these things would minde , They ( even on earth ) an heavenly life would finde . G. Thou dost ( indeed ) most sweetly meditate , Things well befitting soules in heavenly state ; For , if men did these things , more seriously , Discusse and scan , and to themselues apply , They , to the world , would ( sure ) more strangers be , And cleave to God in neerer amitie . But , we must joy in Gods revealed will ▪ Rejoyce in Converts comming to us , still ; Pray the approach of all terrestriall Saints Who , this our Cities ruine and restraints Must restaurate and full re-edifie , And make complete to all eternity . Meane while ( sweet soule , beloved , lovely mate ) Come thou to us , with us cohabitate , Blest in thy selfe , gratefull to us all blest , Most blessed in this blessed state of rest , Come let us ( now ) with interchang'd embraces With mutuall joy , new songs , go take our places In Gods most admirable Tabernacle , All sacred Saints most holy habitacle . Now , thy ( once ) Ministers become thy mates ; Now , 'mongst the lillies in most lovely states , 'Mongst troops of glorious Angels shining bright Thy lustre ( now ) may glister , full of light . Yea , now , thou mayst lye downe on beds of roses Amongst Gods lovely lambes in sweet reposes . Come , come ( I say ) be now exceeding glad , That thou art with celestiall beauty clad ; Ioy , in enjoying endlesse joy and peace , In Gods blest presence , which can never cease . S. O , most mellifluous sweetnesse most admird ! O , heavenly honey pleasures most desir'd ! How sweet thou art in serious meditation ! How farre more sweet in thy due declaration ! How much more sweet to view and contemplate ! How most transcendent sweet in blest estate ! T is not in all I am to set thee forth , T is past my power to blaze thy blessed worth . But , t is enough for me that I possesse thee , That being in thee blest , I , thus , do blesse thee . That I aloud , his laud and praise may sing , That plac'd and grac'd me here , heav'ns glorious King ; To whom , with Iesus Christ and his blest Spirit Who doth all power and praises , wholly , merit , Even , heavens ineffable Trine-unity , Be Halelujahs sung eternally . Amen . Ephes. 5.14 . Arise , thou that sleepest , and stand up from the dead , and Christ shall give thee light . Bernard . An account must be given of all the time lent unto us , how it hath beene spent by us . Aug. upon Psal. 36. My brethren , if ye are perswaded that we shall enjoy any such things , in that countrey , whe●eunto the celestiall-silver trumpet incites and summons us : and for their sakes ye are willing to abstaine from things present , that there ye may receive those future comforts more copiously : Do , then , as those men , who being invited to a great feast , keepe their stomacks empty , and are content to abstaine , that their appetites may attaine an ( even ) insatiate satisfaction . FINIS .